ReConfigured: Evening, After Her Long Day

Confined in the hated shoes for hours,
her stockinged feet nearly leaped into my hands.
Confined by workday clothing, for hours,
her naked curves nearly leaped into my embrace.


And I know how she should be comforted.


Thoughts of the workplace:  exit at once,


as I am about to make . . . shall we say . . . an entrance.



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