She likes to wear socks.
In bed.
And on the couch.
Two different ones.
Socks, not beds.
Or couches.
One on either foot.
Not two on one foot.
That would be weird.
I like the feeling
of one socked foot
in my crotch.
Enjoying that feel of gently stroking
and occassionally squeezing toes
While I caress
her other socked foot
as we watch Netflix.
Laying on the couch.
Which is very comfortable.
As comfortable
as touching her soul
with mine
and our heartbeats synchronize
while they slowly
pick up speed
simultanously.
Until they race
and we slowly make love
to eachother,
accelarating when it feels right
or left.
depending on the position
our bodies are in
at the moment
our limbs
could make virtual onlookers think
we are behaving
- as in the poem
I fail to recall -
like mad,
mangled crodociles
of love.
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