safety alert for men who wear short pants and no underwear

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your feet and my mental traffic jam...

Car wrecks and crashes clog my brain! Goddam!
Your feet have caused a mental traffic jam.
My engine overheats. When it explodes,
old dreams run barefoot down uncharted roads.
My fuel pump sputters.
Angels with hard-ons pole vault in the gutters...

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the commonality of love...

Love isn't just a primitive sensation
belonging to a rustic Appalachian.
Love fills all human hearts with joy and woe
and stimulates all men from head to toe.
Speaking of which,
I'm into feet. Yes, feet! Don't bug me, bitch!

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notches...

The notches on the bedpost tell a story,
the tale of our ascent to love and glory.
Notches tell what goes on beneath the sheet,
the toe joy that a dick can find with feet
that fondle crotches.
(In Florida "good night" is "buenas notches"...)

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may I have this dance? (revised)...

Scatter my ashes NOT! Keep them together.
Find a secluded spot on someone's lawn.
Wait for a sunny day with perfect weather.
Dance barefoot in my dust until it's gone.
Leave there a rose
where ashes fade beneath beloved toes.

Dance barefoot in my dust and let your toes
receive my last, my most impassioned kiss.
Leave there no marker but that full-blown rose
where feet and dust were one. Remember this:
Our souls will be
forever barefoot in eternity...

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smells of a gypsy's rose...

A rose between his toes, shirtless and humble,
a gypsy makes my secret dreams come true.
Kissing the rose, I cause a barefoot tumble
and learn the tricks that gypsy feet can do.

Toe-fingers take my penis on a trip
that proves the pow'r, the passion of bare feet.
Toe-fingers put my penis in a grip
with which no monkey god would dare compete.

Such ecstasy defies verbal description.
Internalized, it simply must be felt.
Roses and feet share problems of depiction.
Both must be handled lovingly and smelt.

The gypsy's rose and feet are smell and touch.
Take smell or touch away. What's left? Not much...

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gifts...

I feel his naked sole run up my calf.
Could this be one of heaven's holy pranks?
Angels may smile, but I don't think they laugh.
Their smiles support us in our daily wanks.
Feet, fun and love
are gifts and all good gifts are from above...

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digital seduction: one digit does it...

He conquered me, not with his wealth or strength,
not by the way he makes his garden grow,
nor by a gaudy show of penis length,
but with the wiggling of just one big toe.
Close up I looked.
A lick! A sniff! A suck! And now I'm hooked...

Written after viewing the new Shawn Reeve worship clip at MFF. Shawn has spectacular feet. He appears in other shoots and clips, one in which he is jerked off naked and you get to see his adorable penis. I mean, if you like that sort of thing... At any rate Shawn does photograph beautifully and always seems to be having a lot of fun. Perhaps the best close-up shots are in the clip in which Rich worships Shawn's feet. When you watch the clip, be sure to keep the volume up as the sounds Rich makes are a musical treat for slurpophiles.

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sing who you are...

Sing who you are and celebrate your feelings.
If you love feet, act on your love and do it.
Dare to be you for heaven has no ceilings.
Your gift is good. Perhaps you always knew it.
Join in the song.
A love so beautiful cannot be wrong...

Again, a poem inspired by MFF's Shawn Reeve in his worship clips with Dominic and Cat and his naked tickle video. Watching beautiful people in scenes like these makes me realize we are not only blessed but in fact we are specially gifted and have the right to sing about it. By singing about it, I don't mean just writing poems. I mean making video clips and photoshoots like the ones I mentioned. Another type of song is the posts of pics we make of celebs, soap stars and models. There are many ways to sing who we are in our community.

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daydream...

Riding the Xpress train to nowhere certain,
I have a pleasant daydream as I doze.
My nakedness, draped in a see-thru curtain,
creates a drama based on busy toes.

Toes pummel thighs with playful agitation,
play games of cat and mouse with bushy balls.
A dick receives barefoot exhilaration.
The play begins. The see-thru curtain falls...

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It's time to hand out the Pretty Pecker Award...

What is it, dude, about a pretty pecker
that sends us to the moon and back again?
His pecker makes this dude a real home-wrecker.
His face and feet make him a prince of men.
He's got the stuff
that makes us kiss his feet and beg to fluff...

Inspired by the new tickle clip of MFF's Alex Mecum. Be sure to check out the worship clip of Alex with Cameron, one of my all-time favorites, which reveals what I once described as his self-propelled Mary Poppins penis that flies around by itself. Some things just have to be seen to be believed!