barefoot rhapsody

[ftlaudft]

"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!

[ftlaudft]

Here's another.

Intense burglar interrogation
by horny police officer (inspired by a scene in a Michel Lucas flic)

He opens his heart and his fly.
I choke on the tool of his love.
He lifts legs and ankles up high
and mounts with a push and a shove.

He sucks on my heel, my big toe,
and drenches my foot with his slobber.
I wonder how any would know
which one is the cop, which the robber.