Barefoot On The Lane Poem by Liza Sud

You wanted to see me barefoot on the lane.
But today I am wearing sneakers,
The lane is covered with asfalt - Oh what a pain!
But there is stiil yellow stripe on my boot to leak it.

You are welcome to licking even my very sole,
and I know for sure - this feeling is what you're seeking.
So it's up to you to decide upon -
but I'd like your tongue to remain clean for our kissing.

You wanted to be romantic! I couldn't catch!
But now I get the point - that's two rivers fleeting.
Then I became irritated like angry hag,
But it means: I walk on the ground that you are licking.

Yesterday - when you called it - there was the sun.
I even thought that you were a scary magician.
Why not to cleanse our lives by innocent hug?
I'm vessel for you to fill up, like God fills - a creature.