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Footnote: Fugue, Counterpoint, Upon Her Feet
Shoeless, sheathed in sheer
silk, your stockinged feet offer
themselves to my touch:
you gasp in pleasure as it
arcs from each sole to your soul.
Kyakuchuu
[jlc]
Shoeless, sheathed in sheer
silk, your stockinged feet offer
themselves to my touch:
you gasp in pleasure as it
arcs from each sole to your soul.
Kyakuchuu
[jlc]
Weird. This happened to me
Weird. This happened to me last night.
Glad to hear it . . .
You should certainly write a poem about it.
Starward