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! |