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.