Originally Posted by
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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...