Just What I Need

This is just what I need at the end of another, long day kissing and licking the public’s dirty shoes and boots – regular customer Ms Kadal madam, a haughty young woman with perennially dirty sneakers!

Nevertheless, her creased, white socks are fabulous!

She walks silently towards me through the cold night air

'How are you liking it, sockies? You ready to kiss my feet again?'

'Yes, Ms Kadal madam. Thanking you kindly, Ms Kadal madam!'

She calls me 'sockies' because she knows I have a penchant for socks...

...especially her socks...

...which seem to be perenially creased around her ankles!

It means I can silently, and humbly, study her sock creases...

...whilst I am publicly kiss-respecting her feet!

Oh how I love Ms Kadal's sock creases!

I'm queer like that!

I'm nothing but a sneaker-kissing, sock-admiring old fool!

Ms Kadal knows it...

...and I know it!

She leaves me, contemptuously, to rot in the municipal dirt behind her

I dare not raise my humble head above her departing socks!

For they are the socks of a goddess - a local goddess!

And the more she walks, the more they crease!

I study the new creases coming and going in the backs of her socks

Oh to be able to follow Ms Kadal madam to socked heel everywhere she goes!

I would be a good and loyal personal sockieboy-slave for her!

But instead, I must merely watch as her socks turn their backs on me!

Oh to be a stitch on her socks!

Her SOCKS!


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