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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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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.
Last edited by ftlaudft; 12-11-2015 at 04:57 PM.
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