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Lady Beatrice's Shoelessness
My new silk stockings---sheer silk---are dark brown,
mostly concealed beneath my floor-length gown,
but visible uponl my unshod feet.
My boy friend, Dante, likes to look at them---
erotic yet revealed with modesty,
and nothing for self-righteous to condemn
(no fornication, nor lust, nor conceit).
He promises to write great poetry,
and that his verses will sing praise of me
in ways no one has sung (well, publicly).
But, for right now, we like our privacy---
to have some time apart, in our own space
where, as he sprawls out, floored, quite comfortably,
my eager, silk-sheathed feet caress his face.
Starward
[jlc]
