Aston loves the air upon her delicate skin;
She looks radiant and carefree:
Her face blooms like blossoms;
Her socks, soft surrounds for beautiful legs;
Make her look strong she carries the egg,
Whether Aston lies or sits around,
The blood can rush to where love bounds:
Where moist and mellow cheek to cheek
We melt in each other’s arms.
I love those sock when they touch my feet.
Robert Hayes
Aston loves the air upon her delicate skin; She looks radiant and carefree: Her face blooms like blossoms; Her socks, soft surrounds for beautiful legs; Make her look strong she carries the egg, Whether Aston lies or sits around, The blood can rush to where love bounds: Where moist and mellow cheek to cheek We melt in each other’s arms. I love those sock when they touch my feet.