a pair of shoes and a book

Right here. Look, but don't actually look. Not at me. I'm sat here but I wish they were instead. Those two boys in my mind, do you wanna know? Well, it's quite a story. It's a gentle one of two gentle boys, too gentle for their own good I'd say. I'd play a song and let it develop on it's own but I'm too much of a selfish person. Let's say they met here, right where I'm sitting, last weekend when it did not rain. He was reading, he was reaching, he wore derbies, he wore sneakers. Nothing out of the ordinary and it could end here. But let's say it didn't, let's say he sat next to him and for a minute or two he did nothing more than crossing his legs and occasionally directing a gaze or two at our reader boy. You know, it's not that he was reading, we both know that. If such a glamorous man sat right next to you... Just what kind of book is it that distracts you from sensual energies of such intensity? Well it was Orwell. Fair enough. Not as fair as our derby boy, so let's proceed. A forceful intrusion in order to gain trust is often enough to breed crippling distrust, he knew so he refrained, but his arm did not and extended across this bench it was, a few centimetres apart from his very feminine shoulders. Were they really that feminine? Does it really matter? What matters is, this could have been something. He could have asked you know.

And he did, he asked him "Are you the devil or just a stranger?" and he answered "I'm just a nameless pair of derbies." while the upper class cigarette breath escaped his enticing mouth. And oh boy he was indeed enticed. "And I'm just a nameless George Orwell book." He replied, with his eyes bright as the hypothetical sun that could have lighted that day. But you know, instead of sodomizing him right here on this spot, he said "And it's a shame you're a bot, I'm as hard as these shoes, but as gentle as a sock. Alas it seems that tonight I sleep undocked." and he walked off. Just like that. I sit here thinking of what could have been, of what I didn't have but some almost had. 

A pair of shoes and a nameless book. Alas, that is all I know.