Exercising Her Perfect Female Right
An extremely beautiful young woman of the Gynarchy imposes her dirty sneakers on my lowly lips late at night – as is her perfect female right!
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Approaching my humble head in the dead of night |
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I can see her grey sneakers and blue socks |
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The sneakers and socks come to an arrogant halt in front of my confined face |
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Then the right sneaker is shoved towards my menial mouth |
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Swiftly followed by the left |
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The wearer of the sneakers looks down on me - both literally and figuratively |
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I am the dirt at her sneakered feet |
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My sneaker-kisses echo around the empty yard |
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Her bright blue socks are my only solace |
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Then, as quickly as she came, she turns to leave me... |
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...to rot in the dirt behind her! |
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I humbly follow her socks with my eyes |
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Only my customers' socks brighten up my lowly life |
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And their shoe dirt! |
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I'm just a municipal shoe and sock slave! |