Once again, you have dampened his semi-sheer
socks (at his expressed invitation): on that
soft, midnight blue fabric, the glistening streaks
like comets' tails and meteorites' tracks, or
tadpole galaxies.
Prudes might demand a
change of socks before he takes you, his BoyFriend,
to the Senior Prom, at which he will slip off
his shoes to dance with you (every dance); his
semi-sheer socks showing off your sweetstuff's stains.
Starward-Led