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