A slim young woman approaches me from across the yard. There
is only a very slim chance, however, that she will excuse me from having
to kiss her sneakered feet, judging by the expression on her pretty face!
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There is only a very slim chance that I won't be required to kiss this young woman's sneakers |
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In a way, I hope I do get to kiss them, as I would be interested in getting a closer look at her white socks! |
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Sure enough, the sneakers and socks stop arrogantly in front of me |
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I can just make out the thin lines of stitching in the sock! |
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Come onto my mouth, I humbly beg you sneakers! |
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I get my lowly wish! |
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BOTH sneakers grant me the honour! |
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And, as I had humbly anticipated, I get a fabulous view of SOCK! |
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It really is a classic combination - grey and white sneakers with plain, white SOCKS! |
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Meanwhile, the wearer of the sneakers and socks looks down upon me |
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In her eyes, I'm just the filth at her feet! |
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She continues to switch feet several times in front of face |
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All the more SOCK for me to see! |
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Her SOCK! |
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Her white SOCK! |
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The stitches! The curvature! |
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Her SOCKS! |
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How I envy her SOCKS... |
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...hugging her shapely ankles! |
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I wish I could be more than just a public feetkisser |
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I wish I could be a full-time SOCK SLAVEY! |
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Oh to be able to follow this pretty customer's SOCKS to heel! |
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But she has already dismissed me from her thoughts! |
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She leaves me behind in the dirt |
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I take one last lingering look at her SOCKS! |
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Her SOCKS - my MASTERS! |