Left Out In The Cold
I am left out in the cold until such time as my mistress Mukta exits her back door, and even then I only get a fleeting taste of her warming boots as she heads off into town.
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| The light on in the kitchen is the only tentative clue that someone may be about to emerge |
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| Sure enough, the door creaks open and my mistress Mukta, well wrapped-up against the cold, steps into the passageway |
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| She stops only to have her BOOTS kissed |
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| I endeavour to warm my lips on her BLACK LEATHER BOOT... |
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| ...beneath her BROWN SOCK! |
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| She kindly switches her BOOTED FEET in front of my face, thereby giving me a taste of her OTHER BOOT |
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| Indeed... |
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| ...she switches feet several times in front of my face! |
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| She's sweet and kind like that, my mistress Mukta! |
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| I humbly bow my head behind her departing BOOTS |
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| Oh how I wish I could follow those kind BOOTS and SOCKS to heel! |
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| But I must stay here - alone and left out in the cold! |












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