Sounds Of Passion

A magnificent master-sir and his pretty girlfriend cavort and canoodle with one another above me as I languish in the stocks. All I can see is their feet, though I can hear their lust for one another high above me.

The happy couple embrace one another passionately high above my humble, confined head

I can hear their lust for one another

But all I can see from my ignominious, wooden window is their FEET and FOOTWEAR

In particular, the WHITE COTTON BOOTSOCK TOPS of the mistress-madam

These are the closest I will ever get to knowing her...

...her BOOTS and SOCKS

Her SOCKS, I say!... Her SOCKS!

Not for me her luscious lips

Meanwhile, all I can smell is the master-sir's SHINY BOOTLEATHER

His BOOTS dig into my entrapped temples

This is my humble place...

...at the BOOTS, and SOCKS, of my BETTERS whilst they make out with one another!
 

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