The beauty of my Lady's unshod feet
is perfect---and this is not mere conceit,
or else exageration on my part.
Those soles have traced their path upon my heart
and playful pleasure flexes at her toes
(and cannot be described in common prose).
My eager kisses gather on each foot---
sometimes bare, or just after she has put
on some pair of cute socks or sheerest hose.
Her beauty, offered shyly shoelessly,
shall resonate through all my poetry
as long as I can (just once more) entreat
her gracious favor as my words repeat
the beauty of my Lady's shoeless feet.