@ 27.055 MHz: Ad Astra; Intimations Of Homogeny, 03, His White Socks Unlike Any Others

Tell me, Beloved, how these white socks you have just put on

(although otherwise naked; now that you have led me to the

StarGaze as, in my line of sight, you begin to engorge):  how are

these white socks that you have just put on

whiter than any bleach could accomplish

(though ardently applied by inhibited old prudes,

muttering chanty songs of dubious extraction ); and

how are the socks softer than the softtest fabric, and

cling to the contours of your feet more closely and

precisely than the most exacting draftsman's design?

Otheriwse naked and now fully engaged upon, and engorged by,

your sensual pleasure, you show me---eagerly---the profuse and

glistening, fragramt and flavorful, sweetness that you release

upon these socks.



 



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