The Trickery Of All Words

A tension of touch seems to sooth your ways
Luck of gentleman would stay away
I lick the soul of a foot that I've fucked
That little tension is bound to come up

I ponder the ways to cut myself free
From under the weight of your captivity
You melt upon ice and I lick your nose
I'll always find you and your delicate toes

Dissolve the skin in which I taste and drool
The slight scent of salt trapped in your navel
I do love the feet and that's where it began
The fetish of love was found in your skin

When you found me I was lost in a mix
Without any icing to sweeten your lips
You walked on your souls, bandaged my knees
I needed your heart in your vague body

I ponder the ways to cut myself free
From under the weight of your captivity
I want to find you in a yarn knitted noose
I'll suck you dry and then ring you loose

Dissolve the skin in which I taste and drool
The slight scent of salt trapped in your navel
I do love the feet and that's where it began
The fetish of love was found in your skin