Oct 2014
Do you like my socks?
I asked as I stood there
in comical socks and
my colorful ******.
You smirked and I laughed
as you examined my knee highs.
Childish, not fitting of the moment
Let me take them off for you,*
You said with a voice as soft as a feather and silky as your skin.
I asked as I stood there
in comical socks and
my colorful ******.
You smirked and I laughed
as you examined my knee highs.
Childish, not fitting of the moment
Let me take them off for you,*
You said with a voice as soft as a feather and silky as your skin.
