Sweet Feet

There's a woman on the park bench
She stands about six foot one
She's reading something that I can't make out
Her hair is rolled up into a bun

She's wearing pants that are very tight
all the way down to the feet
Just looking at them makes me dream
As I think of an aroma so sweet

I think of taking off her shoes
so gently as I rub
While dreaming about this cougar
and with me being her cub.

I wonder if she's thinking about how
she can turn on a man
With beautiful feet like hers
In the back of her windowless van

I want to perform a duty to her
as her servant, maybe even her slave
How do I approach this beauty
to tell her my name is Dave

My heart sinks when a man sits down nearby
and he starts talking to her
But he just asked for directions
to a store that was called Big Sur

I looked at her left hand
to see if she was wearing a ring
I couldn't help but to smile
when I didn't see a thing.

She looked off to her right
I couldn't figure out what it was
She looked like she was on something
and possibly feeling a buzz

I kept on looking at her
I was absolutely amazed
She was still glancing to her right
By me, she wasn't the least bit fazed

I tried to figure out what she was looking at
I couldn't figure it out
I knew there was a reason why and
my mind was filled with doubt.

Then I saw what she was looking at
It was a reflective mirror
Was she looking at me?
I think it's becoming clearer

Then she put two and two together
and came right over to me
And sat down and looked in my eye
And put her hand on my knee

You've been staring at my feet
for the better part of an hour
You seem to admire them
like a bee does to a flower

Is there something that you like
something you'd like to do?
I know that I like your looks
and what I'd want from you

Her boldness took me by surprise
I didn't know what to say
I was beginning to get real nervous
but she beckoned me to stay

She asked me if I had a fetish
for licking or smelling her feet
My eyes were wide, but I couldn't hide
my desire to lick the succulent meat

So I told her the truth every bit
As she smiled and licked her lip
She took my hand and kissed it
and then put in on her hip

She said "dear boy, come with me"
She got up and started to walk
And as I followed her in her strut
my member was hard as a rock

We arrived at her van and she took off her shoes
and bought her feet to my face
And said "dear boy, start licking them
and know your proper place"

The aroma was wonderfully powerful
as she made me kneel and submit
I knew that I would love it
and not regret it one bit

So now she owns me completely
and she takes complete control
She makes me serve her feet
And now we both are made whole.