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I looked down and saw her feet.

Lovely they were in their cute little shoes.

Toes all painted in a wondrous color of red,

that I could see through her shear hose.



I glanced further up and noticed a small tattoo,

displayed proudly on her petite ankle bone.

Like it was saying look at me I'm a rose,

with the leaves encircling forming an anklet.



Then her legs came in to my view.

I became aroused at their sight,

with such a wonderful vision stirring my fantasy.

Abruptly she got up and was gone.



I will love her always.