Shoes Off In the House
always had to take her shoes off in the house---
she’d been in enough men’s arms at this stage
to wonder what she was doing with a man who
was a model metro in the 21st century---
wasn’t that he wasn’t good looking,
after all, all her friends wanted to
**** the living daylights out of him
(both her gal pals & her guy friends),
but alas, this shoes-off-in-the-house thing
was really getting on her nerves.
for you see,
there were times when all she was wearing were
stockings,
or perhaps she had sandals on that evening &
it had been getting gradually more chilly as the
night had progressed…
perhaps she had sweaty feet &
she didn’t want the rest of the house to savor her
smell…
perhaps she found herself asking over & over
on the way home,
“how did i wind up with such a man
who commands others to walk
shoeless?”
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2013
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