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