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my Stockings
For Him i put them on
Silk and opaque
The stockings He so loves
Walking in the grass
Just after a storm
Cool and wet
It kisses my stockings
Caressing them
With each step
The hem of my skirt
Trailing in the grass
As i hold up the front
Exposing my stockings
For Him to see
Longingly
That water has kissed them
Ever so beautifully
The effect is shown
I do not revisit this poem
I do not revisit this poem often enough, but its beauty is always there, neither changed nor diminished.
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Revisiting this magnificent
Revisiting this magnificent oien again, I find it just as beautiful and just as erotic---and I can appreciate it even more deeply!
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I love this poem
And I love to revisit it . . .
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And it gets better each time I read it!
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This is certainly the most perfect poem . . .
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The more I read this, the more beautiful it becomes. Such profound verbal beauty can never be exhausted.
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I consider it a great privilege to be the first to comment on this magnificent and triumphant poem about the beauty of stockings, and about her beauty in stockings. This is a tremendous addition to the literature of stockings that we have here on postpoems. And, on the more personal level, she understands why I am particularly moved by this poem.
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This is really an amazing poem . . .
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