Cool vs Fool

Her boots and socks look cool on her. But they make me look foolish as she wraps her boots around my confined face, her socks digging in to my temples. I can feel as well as see the individual lines of stitching in her socks, as I contemplate how helpless I am, and at her mercy, whilst she is engrossed in her happy telephone conversation with one of her many friends high above me.














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