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trip to paradise
Come, let us go to Paradise.
My heav'n begins with you
in gardens fair where feet are bare
and secret dreams come true.
Take off your shoes. Take off your sox.
Run barefoot thru my hair.
Let frisky toes slide down my nose.
Oh, dude! I think we're there!!!
Last edited by ftlaudft; 05-29-2015 at 12:01 PM.
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did take poetry in school?
how does all this come to you?
does it just flow into your mind?
how long have you been doing this?
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I think I've always enjoyed writing simply because it's fun. Everybody wants to exprss his feelings in some way and writing has always been the happiest way for me. Of course in school we read a lot of people in many traditions and so we learn from them. The poetry in the popular songs has always reflected the tones and the moods and the movements of a particular generation. A Spanish writer once said there may not be poets but as long as there is beauty, as long as there is mystery, there will be poetry. In this site we might say it a little differently, with the idea that as long as there is a handsome hunk getting ready to take off his shoes and sox there is a sonnet or a symphony waiting to be written.
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well put.....
I still say u are incredible with your talents.............
I hope to see much more of your imaginative and wonderful words soon!
rick
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tequila rhapsody
for guitar, violin and bare feet...
Deep throat your love when love knocks at the door;
then kiss his feet.
Whatever true love asks do that and more,
for life is sweet.
Sing a bold song. Praise love above all things
as heaven's treasure..
Barefooted angels well may pluck your strings
with unaccustomed pleasure...
Last edited by ftlaudft; 04-30-2015 at 01:52 PM.
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A friendly penis is a pleasant pickup.
Bare feet may be an even better friend.
A dick goes limp after a friendly stickup.
Feet will not squirt. Their joy will never end.
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Thanks, pal! Here's another about human experience and our limitations.
Although my heart is full of holes
much like a ball of cheese,
I've learned with class to hold in gas,
except for when I sneeze.
My morals near perfection,
yet when I think I've scored,
I'm sent by an erection
back to the drawing board.
I guess I'm only human
with foibles like the rest.
A barefoot hunk fondles your junk -
you think you'll pass the test?
Last edited by ftlaudft; 04-30-2015 at 01:53 PM.
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masturbation rhapsody
Since solo sex is not complex
you don't need a directive.
Forget a date. Just masturbate.
You'll find it cost-effective.
The church's rules are hurtful tools
for whackers, gays and boozers.
Someday the Pope will just say nope
to laws that make us losers.
No guy's been born who can't use porn
to get the juices flowing.
Some guys use pix of bulging dicks
to get the action going.
Some favor cocks. Some sniff old socks.
Nothing we use should pain us.
Some ask a friend to strip and bend
for close-ups of the anus.
Be proud and gay and whack away.
Don't let the prudes pooh-pooh it.
But let's be fair. The public square
is not the place to do it.
Last edited by ftlaudft; 04-30-2015 at 01:59 PM.
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jerk-off sonata
What can I say? At break of day
I like to whack my floppie.
I jerk and beat while sucking feet.
I'm passionate and sloppy.
My lover's cock gets hard as rock
for acts some call depravity.
He skips the frills and simply fills
my each and ev'ry cavity.
I'm not a cow and yet somehow
I pleasure his immensity.
My grateful nose then sniffs his toes
with audible intensity.
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