As he walked through the woods the path he was following suddenly decided to split into two. “Hmmm," he wondered. “What to do? What to do? Choose the path to the right, well-trodden, well-taken, or the path to the left, by most feet forsaken?” He pondered, he puzzled, taxing his brain; smoke came out of his ears with the stress and the strain; alas! the poor man, his mental efforts in vain! For how could he know that a mile further on the paths took a twist and united again?
milky thighs and long socks and drinking tea in bed, the thought of those three things together has gone right to my head; the socks below, the tea above, those thighs between the two, between those thighs a heaven lies, a heaven for me and you.