Her feet

From two o'clock till nine at night,
she in dress was showing.
Although she was of the prettiest sight,
her feet must have been glowing.

When she sat down the seat next mine,
she asked me kind to rub them.
I said "Lets make this a proper rhyme,
keep your feet at your shoes bottom!"

"I'm sure" she said "You have such hands,
with which you tread them worthy?"
"That's true" said i "but so it stands:
Not when your feet are dirty!"

"Dirty are they not!" she said
"Just hot and a bit tired.
And maybe, yes, a little whet,
cause babe they have transpired."

After which she slipped of her shoes,
lay on my lap her feet.
How barely i didn't my conscious lose,
overwhelmed all by this heat!