From silk-smooth calf
Down bended knee
Towards the beauty
Of her feet
Supple toes 'top
Perfect soles
Painted black
As darkest coal
To worship them
As they deserve
To take the scent
Without a word
And each soft kiss
To me is bliss
There is no better
Place than this
Perfect being
I adore, and worship
Fully, evermore
To touch and taste
Is my reward
My Goddess, Queen
and Mistress
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