Oh, my boots !

I like boots ... every boots, light ones, thick ones, epic ones as those of Chevalier d'Eon, rebel ones for motrobiking, strong ones for horsemen ... especially when one of their buckles appear swiftly under the fine fabric of my black skirt ... when my boots cover my ankles gently ... or when my formal ones underline the curve of my calf and when, mischievous, I lace my old one up to my knees ...