sock fetish

Sock 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