My feet feel like my lips,
And the shoe like my lover’s,
When my feet and shoe kiss,
The shoe bites the other.
But unlike my feet and the shoe,
He bites me tenderly and it turns me on,
As I let him willingly touch me, till the morn’.
But very much like a shoe bite,
His bite leaves an indelible mark on my heart,
Soft and mild,
Light and dark.