Footlady Poem by gershon hepner

Footlady



Footlady, with most fascinating feet,
don’t make blush, for I have got the blues,
red hot for you I boil with body heat,
inflamed by glimpses of your tiny shoes.
When will you let me hold them in the hand,
andkiss your painted toes and stroke your sole?
When you allow this, you will understand
how great I am when under your control.

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