Rendezvous Point

The young woman, quite rightly, holds me in contempt by focussing on the contents of her mobile phone high above me whilst I contemplate her wonderful boots and socks down below – kissing and worshipping them in a manner befitting a lowly, public footservant when confronted with such immeasurable beauty.

Naturally, her focus of attention switches to her handsome boyfriend just as soon as he arrives, and I am left to contemplate the backs of her boots and socks as she embraces him and kisses him. I guess I am nothing more than a convenient rendezvous point for such a handsome, young couple.
















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