All About The Toes - Ode To Nelson
Every single day, I see women with open shoes,
And I can’t help but wonder what it is I see.
It’s not the sandals I like or the styles they use.
There must be more to it…or maybe it’s just me.
It’s not a game I play or a fetish, I swear.
I just have an attraction with fee that I can’t explain.
It starts with the ankles, then goes down from there
To the arch of the foot, but the toes drive me insane.
I cook meat all night behind a very hot grill,
So it’s nice to step outside and take a break.
There are so many toes and I get such a thrill.
I’m not sure how much more I can take.
I don’t know why I have such a thing for feet.
Maybe it started when I was very young.
All I know is that it’s something so sweet
To be in this sea of beautiful toes I’m among.
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