Solace
I am just grateful whenever a kind customer-mistress or master happens my way since I feel semi-abandoned in my graffiti-strewn corner of the city. Just the fleeting company of their BOOTS or SHOES is solace to me; to say nothing of their SOCKS! A kindly mistress climbs over the rocks to give my menial, municipal mouth a taste of her BOOTS Her BOOTs and SOCKS bring some slavish solace to me Especially her SOCKS. I don't get to see many customers or their SOCKS in my semi-abandoned hellhole! Of course, I am equally admiring of the ornate STITCHING on the sides of the mistress's BOOTS! Really, this is likely to be the humble highlight of my lonely day - the BOOTS and SOCKS of a young woman! I inhale the aroma of her BOOT as I admire the CREASES in her BLACK BOOTLEATHER Her BOOTS and SOCKS tower masterfully over my humble, semi-abandoned head! It reminds me that I am less than a girl's SOCKS! For her haughty part, the pretty wearer of the BOOTS and SOCKS looks down upon me Sh...