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orgasms in g whiz...
I watch his perky penis flip and flop.
My eyes peek thru his toes in barefoot awe.
He jerks. I jerk. Our fingers cannot stop.
When his big toe plays footsie with my jaw,
comes the crescendo.
Oh, the swet afterglow's diminuendo...
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barefoot in the snow...
I see you standing barefoot in the snow -
barefoot the way, the style, that you have chosen.
The heat that radiates from heel to toe
liquifies dying snowflakes that were frozen
Snow melts and steams into my soul's deep well,
warming my barefoot nightdreams thru and thru.
If you have feet to rent or socks to sell,
I think I'd like to make a deal with you...
See aso49red's model barefoot in the snow.
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of clicks, dicks and cybertricks...
With one small click his gorgeous dick is there,
plus his big feet, voluptuously bare.
I get my jollies pressing on a button.
If you think otherwise, you don't know nuttin'.
With just a click
I download happiness, not just a dick...
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things his feet are...
An ecstasy of smells. Perhaps the touch
of something intimate upon my lip.
A gift of feet my mouth receives as such.
A rush of toes that grip and dip and flip.
The things feet do
that make my dreams of Paradise come true...
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without a word...
My lover left without a word
before the break of day.
He left as quiet as a bird
and took my soul away.
The days will come. The days will go.
Time marches on the same.
But still a tear or two will flow
when someone says his name...
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by the river...
The river carries yesterdays away.
All of my sorrows, pain, regrets flow by.
One love alone stays back as if to say
my soul, your love, together live and die.
For we are one.
What love transfigures cannot be undone...
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hammock...
We lay there in the hammock, head to toe.
His foot caressed my cheek. Was it mere chance?
I was too inexperienced to know.
But we had bulges in our skimpy pants.
A sole caressed my cheek. One touched my hair.
Both soles embraced my face as I lay still.
There between feet we two became a pair.
Our romance started with that barefoot thrill...
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so hot, so beautiful, so erotic,
the thoughts of all the manly musky handsome meaty feet/soles
in your poetry give me such a mega boner!
all i can say is, JIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!
rickeys got a stickey dickey! lol
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Hey Nick! Thanks again for your good words. You really know how to make a guy feel good. I can tell by the graphic way you express yourself that you fully understand this one point. Good sex IS poetry. The things we say afterwards are the afterglow...
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i agree completely my friend!
wonder what would transpire if you and i were ever to fuck
and savor each others soles/feet/toes! wow!