Confessions of a Foot Fool
It started one night with a pedicure pic,
Now I’m deep in the game and the craving is thick.
A glimpse of her toes and I’m down on the floor,
Sniffing her slippers and begging for more.
I’ve kissed every inch from the heel to the nail,
I’ve massaged her arches, I’ve licked without fail.
Her pinky toe wiggles, my brain short-circuits,
She laughs while I drool like a dog at the circus.
I’ve polished, I’ve painted, I’ve rubbed ‘til I ache,
I’ve sniffed dirty gym socks fresh out of the lake.
You might think I’m joking, but this ain’t a feat—
I’m addicted as hell to those two perfect feet.
She teases, she knows, and she uses it well,
One stomp of her sole and I’m under her spell.
So here is my warning, if you want to stay neat—
Never, ever fall for a woman’s feet!
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