wearyfoxes
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Do you remember?
I walked you home that summer night with warm asphalt under my bare feet, arm in arm, our hair matted to our foreheads.
All the way home you wore my shoes which I had offered you at the end of the ball; while I, gallantly, carried yours in my hand after you had danced yourself into ecstasy.
I remember how in the dark you caressed my blackened soles in gratitude, your fingers carefully tending to my tired toes before we made love to the sound of the night.
What a trade: to lose my shoes but gain much better in return.
I walked you home that summer night with warm asphalt under my bare feet, arm in arm, our hair matted to our foreheads.
All the way home you wore my shoes which I had offered you at the end of the ball; while I, gallantly, carried yours in my hand after you had danced yourself into ecstasy.
I remember how in the dark you caressed my blackened soles in gratitude, your fingers carefully tending to my tired toes before we made love to the sound of the night.
What a trade: to lose my shoes but gain much better in return.
