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.
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| The happy couple embrace one another passionately high above my humble, confined head |
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| I can hear their lust for one another |
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| But all I can see from my ignominious, wooden window is their FEET and FOOTWEAR |
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| In particular, the WHITE COTTON BOOTSOCK TOPS of the mistress-madam |
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| These are the closest I will ever get to knowing her... |
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| ...her BOOTS and SOCKS |
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| Her SOCKS, I say!... Her SOCKS! |
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| Not for me her luscious lips |
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| Meanwhile, all I can smell is the master-sir's SHINY BOOTLEATHER |
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| His BOOTS dig into my entrapped temples |
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| This is my humble place... |
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| ...at the BOOTS, and SOCKS, of my BETTERS whilst they make out with one another! |












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