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Sprawled out on the couch,

you closed your eyes for a nap,

having unbuttoned your shirt, and

pulled the panels apart to afford

me a view of that pectoral beauty---

at last uninhibited.  Surrounded by the

tattered cuffs of your bell-bottom jeans,

your feet---sheathed the dark blue

softness of your socks---rested in my

lap.  The fragrance and flavor of those

socks combined to loosen my last

lingering hesitation:  so that I was

finally able to offer my ardent kisses

all over that warm fabric:  that I had

so long desired, and about which I had

so long fantasized . . . .

J-Called