The thoughts that keep me up some nights…. Musing.
Picture this: you go out on a romantic date right, everything is beautiful the weather is lovely the sky so blue, you know tonight, will be the night, the best you ever had…..
so your place, her place or some other place, who cares.
You know this movie scene.
A wine bottle, pops.
It’s all flashes.
You draw close to each other, as you would to the warmth of a fire.
A blur of motion.
A swirl of riotous color
Clothes are coming off, it’s crazy, it’s so on!!!
The screen fades to black to the sound of heavy breathing… *Marvin Gaye’s sexual healing playing in background*
Now pause right there…( ❚❚ )
There you are, all frisky, hot and bothered, you no longer really thinking except all you wanna do is do it….
I have your attention, yes?
My question is simple enough.
When the hell is the proper time to take off your socks????
Let’s call it a sock gap.
When do you take off your socks??
Seriously, yes, it’s an issue, at least for me…..
Up at night wondering.
Obviously you can’t take them off first, because shoes.
Shoes first. Makes sense.
I mean do you take them off, after you take off your shoes but before you remove your trousers, or is it after your trousers but at this point, the shirt was probably the first thing to come off, so after you take off your trousers you just naked except for your socks, and you wondering how the hell you ended in nothing but your socks but it’s too late to take them off and you just hope it’s kinky cute like that, hopefully they are a clean, have no holes and are a matching pair of socks……
(*Trolls are real they live in the sock drawer and steal your socks but only the ones for your left foot*)