Dublin

I'm coming at you hard and fast,
and we both know that this can't last,
but, gosh, I found it oh so sweet
when you touched me with your bare feet.

That's right, I've got a foot fetish.
Oh, baby, you don't know,
The parts of you I love the most
are home to all your toes.

Surprise, surprise, my dear, your fear
is growing, I can see.
I'm sorry that this wasn't clear
when you invited me

Across the sea, belatedly,
apres rendezvous.
Did you notice that your journey back
was lighter by one shoe?

But now I'm here, lend me your ear,
I'd like to ease the shock.
We can start with baby steps
if you just rub my sock.

Babe, I wanna sole mate,
and I mean that as a verb.
'Cuz podophilia is just great,
but be careful with that word.

Oh, precious be the symphony
of pleasure you command;
I find myself considering
a move to Ireland.