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barefoot rhapsody
"I saw him walking barefoot in the street"
was my last poem about the joy of feet.
But then I wrote a footsy fetish sonnet.
You might just find it's got your footprint on it!
Here's a thought.
The balls are a barometer
that measures love's embraces.
The dick is love's thermometer
when stuck in certain places.
But when I rank the body parts
to find the most sublime,
though some may call them shoddy parts,
the feet win every time!
Last edited by ftlaudft; 02-17-2015 at 02:47 PM.
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