Choose homely brown plainness and reject
Patent leather pretenders. They kiss
And tell; their insincere shine reflects
Your panties. I lie open. Careless,
You slip inside. I invaginate you
Warmly, dryly, only in fantasy.
Spike-heeled, tall, and handsome, intrudes upon
My wooing, my flatness again to be
Eclipsed. Guard well your sweet ankle, for on
Boston bricks his fickle balance, unsure
May betray. For you I am perfect shoes,
My oblivious love. I would caress
Your foot-tops with my soft tongues, support you
Upon my soles. Pity the distress
Of faithful footwear. Forsake pretentions
And accept my intimate attentions
Upon your lovely feet.