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Click hereSock fetish,oh sock fetish,
You with all you rubbish,
The things I see on her feet,
Makes me think oh so sweet,
Her anklet socks, her knee highs
Oh how some even go up to their thighs,
When I look at them oh so nice a pretty,
People stare at me and wonder and just take pity,
They onder if I am staring at the ground,
Or at imaginary bug on a mound,
Oh how I wish I could get into her dresser,
And how to confess to her,
That I love her socks and that is that,
They are so cool I call it phat,
I would open the dresser,
And become a professor,
Hold those amazing socks up to my face,
She'll walk in and admire and put me in my place
So I dream a dream of socks to come,
But when I see them socks I just want to cum
So please oh please wont you do this for me,
Open your sock door for me to see
This just confirms my opinion that if you can think of a fetish, there's someone who owns it.