sonnet

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Back again, my hearties! Here's a sonnet for a very speciall friend. It's my first poem for 2015. If you have any thoughts about it, please feel free to drop a line here. Thanks for reading.

He rubs his naked soles against my chest,
squishing my nipples in between his toes.
His barefoot warmth is heaven at its best,
where joy of passion breathes and dreams and grows.

Sometimes I lift his foot up to my face,
lick up and down his arch, suck his big toe.
Happy the holes that find in toes' embrace
an ecstacy not even angels know.

His feet have beauty, pow'r. A manly scent
propels my soul to paradise above.
I ask just what my life has really meant.
His scent is the reply: bare feet and love.

Though life brings many a tear with every smile,
a barefoot lover makes it all worthwhile!