This Fireplace Hits Home Poem by Official 1SP

Let me start by taking off of your shoes,
You've been working so hard, your feet bruised,
Just long to soak your feet and rub your toes,
If we could, let us take off all these clothes.

The heat is blowing,
And the fireplace hits home.

I got nothing but time for you,
Ready to pamper you for things you do;
I do not have a fetish for feet,
But your ankles seem sore this week.

This week it's snowing,
And the fireplace hits home.

So let me have your feet, toes and all,
I can start with a rub, and soak to thaw
In this water so warm, fit for queeens
And end it with the kiss of your dreams.

So come on with a towel,
And let this fireplace hit home.

Baby, my chimney is smoking
But you cannot get warm
If your heart is still broken
From damage that came with an ex's charm.