Aroma of Shoe

























My lips embrace shoe

My eyes admire sock

The fact I'm a slave

Should not be a shock!


For my head is confined

Down near the ground

That my menial mouth

Should respect all around.


All too soon she is gone

From my lowly space

Resuming her jog

At a suitable pace.


Oh pray pretty mistress

Pray visit anew

That I may inhale

The aroma of shoe!

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