Ode To A Pair Of Everyday Grey Socks





































Oh everyday, grey socks
And yet, not so everyday.
For you are the socks of my mistress,
My infinite betters
As I cower in fetters
And admire your weave,
By your leave.

And the wearer of the socks
Blissfully unaware
Of my ardent admiration
For her lowly footwear.

Suddenly there is movement
Subliminal and sublime
As she crosses her ankles
An act so divine,
As you fold in my face
With feminine grace
Oh sweet female socks
Rulers of this space.

Oh pray, female socks
Be kind to this slave
Who submits to your power
With each passing hour.

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