Shoe The poet thinks he is so clever he lifts a maiden like a feather Rests her wide eyed on a bed. Of course this only in his head. Riding a nerve he whispers 'Sugar' He feels a glow and tries to hug her. Such emotion, no one knows He would settle for her toes. Sign in to see full entry.
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