safety alert for men who wear short pants and no underwear

[ftlaudft]

queer, fairy, faggot...

I can still hear the hurtful words they used
to terrorize, humiliate and shame.
The righteous thumped their Bibles and abused
the "other" in a mindless put-down game.
Some still use words
that darken hate-filled mouths like unflushed turds...

[stustustugoo]

A barefoot apple vendor in the street
offered an apple and an hour of feet.
At first I didn't know just what he meant.
His toes, he said, possess a magic scent.

I took him to my parlor where we stripped.
His feet massaged me, rubbed me 'til I dripped.
Bare soles caressed my back, my ass, my face,
made love to me in my most private place.

I never knew that feet could feet so nice.
Before he left, I came not once but twice.
There's one odd thing with which I still must grapple.
I get a hard-on when I see an apple...

fun and erotic, LOVE IT!!!!!!!!

[ftlaudft]

Thanks, Stu! If it's fun and erotic, I have to admit I love it, too! The apple vendor poem and barefoot in the park were fun for me to write and are two of my own favorites.

[ftlaudft]

He lies face down and dangles sexy soles..
His total nudity delights the eyes,
exposing all the body parts and holes
on which good sex effectively relies.

I kneel to give those soles long luscious licks,
from heel to toe, up, down, and back again.
When barefoot men have sympathetic dicks,
keep sucking 'til you hear them shout Amen!

I shrimp! He cums! Then versa vice time
may happen when we two reverse our roles.
Our sex is poetry. We like to rhyme
our feet and dicks, our soles and random holes...

[ftlaudft]

He drops his draw'rs and leaves his manhood flapping.
Ass cheeks are bare and ready for a slapping.
He spreads his legs to let the fun begin.
His crotch and happy holes say, Come right in!

Off come his shoes. My teeth pull off his sox.
In sexiness bare feet now rival cocks.
Where do I start with so much there to lick?
I'm into feet. But oh, that pretty dick...

[ftlaudft]

I wake up staring at the world thru toes.
My partner's feet meander in the night,
looking for sanctuary up my nose.
I love those gypsy toes, so it's all right.
Sometimes we cuddle.
Sometimes they poke my crotch and make a puddle...

[ftlaudft]

I meet him in a barefoot sixty-nine
and memorize his feet, their taste and smell.
I drink his beauty like imported wine
and lick his soles in dreams of love as well.
I sniff a sock,
suck a big toe. His fingers flip a cock...

[ftlaudft]

It starts as just a prank, a game, a dare.
He's working in his yard. His feet are bare.
He says he'll bring us fine imported beer
if I will kiss his feet. Hello! I'm queer!

I say OK and give his feet a shrimping
that leaves him whimpering, aroused and limping.
He says he'll bring the beer just like he said.
I say, "No way! We'll drink champagne instead!"

That's how a backyard friendship gains in strength.
In time our friendship tackles penis length,
but feet remain the anchor of affection,
giving our lives a semi-hard erection...

[ftlaudft]

I died and went to heaven sucking cock.
St Peter asked, "What's sticking in your lips?"
I said, "Why, that's the penis of the jock
who gagged me to my death with thrusting hips."

St Peter said, "Tho Heaven's everywhere,
your view has something really rare about it.
You suck a dick and don't come up for air."
I said, "I love that dick, can't live without it."

I then removed the cock while we debated,
picked up a foot and sucked delicious toes.
Celestials watched me as I masturbated.
St Peter had a message to disclose.

He said, "Dear friend, you won't find heaven here.
It's yours already, for it came with you.
It doesn't matter if you're straight or queer.
Heaven is who you are and what you do..."


"

[ftlaudft]

You use your feet to dangle me a dream,
banana shaped and flavored, it would seem.
Orgasm leaves a rainbow in the sky.
Angels with hard-ons crash and wonder why.
Bare feet emerge,
win as my most discriminating urge...

a variation

Dangle a dream, a fruity barefoot dream,
banana shaped and topped with cum for cream.
Orgasm gives the sky a rainbow slide
where dreams take hard-ons for a bumpy ride.
The smell of feet
rises to cense where earth and heaven meet...