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sucking his toes when he's lying face down...
Midnight - the magic hour of barefoot love!
He lies face down, half-naked on the couch.
I suck his toes up tighter than a glove.
He reaches down to fiddle with his pouch.
Sucking his toes, I sniff his soles and stare
deep into secret places of his crack.
His feet, his ass, his everything is bare.
He starts to jerk. He knows I have his back...
Yes, that is a long title, but hat's what the poem is about...
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