Floored by sweet feet

Weird toez, weird me...
her feet protrude their naked red nailz,
I smell her bloody shea.

For god's sake tell me, why and for whom
she makes her toe marker penz
paint her penetrating chemical perfume.

Is it to indicate she's perfect poison for me?
Did she slide into her zweet rubber feet
to warn me she is just too free?

Weird me, weird toez!
I shall not listen, instead must kneel,
my lips pulled down ever so cloze.

My tongue will tell her any talesz
to honour her contorting toez,
to taste her bittersweet smooth nailz...

A connoisseur of feet couldn't get more.
Lying flat on the floor, ah weird, weird me,
that's the way of her toez to make me feel free