careless rapture

I wanted to warn you girls today not to wear over the knee socks. The air is crisp as fresh white sheets and bites and nips at delicate skin and my thighs feel like baby mammals exposed to the elements by their mothers careless abandon.
Unless of course, you had someone with two strong but gentle hands, covering them every step of the walk, which would be entirely hot but rather unlikely, in which case, you should try and walk out the door naked today and see if his hot hot hands can keep up with every inch of your body.