Poem for her 285

Dear Readers,


Ankle socks


The feet are alabaster
They have painted toenails
They get rubbed on often
They like morning dew
They get kissed by me
The socks warm them
The socks are green today
The feet are soft
The girl likes the kisses
On her lips
But she likes them
On her toes as well
I do take the socks
Off first before kissing
Her


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.