A Foot Fetish Sonnet

A toe in her cunt and she rises to
Gaze down with giggle-wonder that upon
Her hoo-ha my big toe has made a shoe,
Found there its stride and now marches anon.

"Uh, Fuckbud?" says she "is your dick aware
Its southern cousin strays and plays rapine?"
"He is" says I, "for his socks he does share
And my piggies are cold and horny swine."

And consider my dear, what is a dick?
But a wrinkled belcher, a floppy maw.
Without a true bone he lacks a true kick,
Or a knuckle joint for tickling you raw.

And tickle I shall until you do squeak,
"I'm a pedi-whore, and my fuckbud's a freak!"