the Feet Mystique

At
days retreat
Amid the Sheets
My  frosty  feet's
A Warming greets

I trod a Winter street
The icy ground replete
Socks can not compete
I  bear not, ill  conceits
Within my chamber suite
When  lacking body  heat
Disrobed the bed entreats
Pull back the cover's pleat
Jump in like trained athlete
Between those fiber sheets
Then  thrust  my chilly  feet
A warmth my toes do greet
For down I shan't compete
Pray, why  do you
Retreat?