Great Views

I get some great views from my privileged position up on Hookers' Hill - and I don't mean the hookers; or the surrounding vista of the city; I mean of my ordinary customers' socks!

A pretty customer-mistress, a non-prostitute, studies the graffiti on the wall in front of her...

...whilst I study her socks!

It's a great view!

I am close enough to be able to make out the patterns in the stitching of her black socks

My head-on view of the sock...

...and its stitching

What a sight for sore eyes!

Lowly eyes!

Humble, footkissing eyes!

The neighbouring vista of the city is of no interest to me

I am slavishly fixated on the customer's socks!

Meanwhile, she looks down upon my lowliness...

...blissfully unaware of the effect her sock is having on me!

Even when she turns to walk away, I remain focussed on her socks...

...although now it is the backs of her socks!

I look up to the socks - literally!

Her socks are my gods!

Oh to be a stitch in those socks!

 

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