Together
on the cheaply upholstered hotel couch
the long day reaches it whispering end with us
hand in hand.
My feet
ache; so, I kick off the black, leather extra-wides.
This is the first time you have seen me
sock footed.
I have
a notion that coolly sharing gross physiology is intimacy.
So I fight shyness and keep my feet
exposed.
You
watch me with a devilish grin as I yank off my socks;
it is time we become more than
lovers.
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