Black feet
I like my black feet
in my black tights.
Close to my skin
they fit.
All warm, snuggly even.
Pants and slacks feel cold
letting the air swoop in
and up and around
chilling.
I like the looks of my black feet
in my black tights
They look slimmer.
An illusion,
but I’ll take it.
Kay Ekwall
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