Creature Of The Night
She’s a creature of the night with dirty shoes that require a lick and a shine. Hence she casually stops by me as she stops to enjoy her cigarette. What a privilege it is for my lowly tongue to taste where she has been! She casually stops by me in the middle of the night Her scuffmarked shoes could undeniably do with a good lick and a shine And my lowly, municipal tongue is equally undeniably ideal for the degrading task! I therefore set my tongue to work, tasting where this superb customer-mistress has been... ...whilst eyeing up her SOCKS! The taste and smell of DIRTY, MUSTY SHOELEATHER... ...is mixed in with the sight of SOCK Such is my lowly nightlife - licking a girl's SHOES and studying her SOCKS! Meanwhile, the pretty wearer of the SHOES and SOCKS continues to puff haughtily on her cigarette high above me... ...occasionally glancing down to arrogantly inspect my work... ...and offering her considered criticisms: 'You missed a bit, slave!' Eventually, like all my cust...