ok
it was a heated race, and
man I mean
it was broiling,
a 100 meter dash
turned into
a 400 meter relay

we barely stopped to strip,
but our feet were
like a thousand feet away
requiring two hands
that really wanted to be
otherwise occupied,
so to busy to remove

when we were good,
when we were done,
our dark socks were
looking at us,
like a couple of
two eyed voyeurs

eww, she said, I
hate
forgetting to take them off

replied
with this poem,
earning me a snack of a smack on the head

replied
by chasing my screaming ny woman
throughout the entire house,
my choice weapon,
puppet hands inside my smelliest,
yes,
those insane black socks

by god,
she was fast,
till she hid in the shower,
and trapped,
in our laughter,
we did not
come out for
one hour

not the end