Shy as he is beautiful (clad in a gray
hoodie, sweats), direct eye contact is averse;
but, propped on the library table---shoeless,
sheathed in sheer socks---his feet flirt playfully with
you: attracted, you
abandon imposed social inhibitions.
He knows you are eager to feel---on your face---
the socks' warm softness; to inhale their fragrance
which your tongue will convert to flavor. And he
knows this . . . already.
Januarian