Heels at night.
Delight and pain.
Her disdain.
His lust.
All dust.
Their mutual shame.
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Many thanks for the kind share, Michael. Kevin
:-))
These are only the issues of British people. Lol Here in the countryside of Germany – as th country itself is very rural 😉 – we are mostly wearing rubber boots. xx Michael
I feel sure that many German ladies wear heels on a night out, or perhaps they wear rubber boots when out clubbing … Thanks for making me smile, Michael. Kevin
Lol xx Michael
Good one.
I’m glad you like my poem, Tony. All the best and thanks for commenting. Kevin