You look at me through window pane,
And fill my heart with desire,
Your seductive curves cause my will to strain,
And your lovely form I must acquire.
To have you to myself fills me with joy,
As I walk with you down the street,
That feeling you quickly set to destroy,
As you take objection to the form of my feet.
It takes an hour to recover,
When we return from our stroll,
The burning pain I soon discover
Is caused by the evil in your sole!
Copyright © Sharon Smith | Year Posted 2012
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