(for mild-to-moderate foot fetishism)

A random poem about a sexy pair of socked feet.

some folks like it between their pits
and others like
the smell of their own shit –
as hard as i try,
i just can’t fight this feeling anymore:
i want you first with your socks on tight.

yes that’s right:
little pink ankle socks
for a grown woman’s lady feet,
bought wholesale
because they were cheap –
to see you soleless without your flats
left this man right out of breath.
i’ve never been a foot guy
but yours’ can’t be beat –
i want to watch you take them off
to turn up this winter heat.

can’t be beat,
up this heat,
this is a poem
about your cute feet.