On a cold and frosty Xmas morning, an unsympathetic
customer-mistress has me kiss-respect her superior, female boots
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| Cold and frosty |
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| The customer-mistress and the weather! |
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| She coldly orders me to kiss her boots |
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| Her warm sock towers over my humble head as I do so |
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| I make sure my lowly lips respectfully embrace her superior girl-bootleather |
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| I dare not look up at her sock... |
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| ...lest my unworthy eyes inadvertently see her skin! |
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| A slave must NEVER look at his mistress or master above the sock! |
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| Creased sock! |
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| Menial, slave mouth touches masterful boot |
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| The bright, but surly, young woman switches her booted feet on the footblock beneath my face |
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| She clearly won't be wishing me a Merry Xmas! |
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| And rightly so, for I'm just a slave! |
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| With all my heart, however, I wish her a Merry Xmas... |
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| ...and internally praise and bless her for her Christmas kindness in stopping by me... |
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| ...so that I might have av traditional festive taste of her boots... |
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| ...and a humbling view of her socks! |
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| Even on Xmas day, I must be working... |
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| ...kissing the boots and admiring the socks of my betters, as I must do every day of the year! |