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Thank you for your comment, Nick. I haven't felt very inspired with the terrible shootings lately. Life goes on. The new models at MFF Bryan and Eli remind one that there is beauty in the world.

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midnight secrets...

We hold each other's balls and kiss goodnight.
His hand is firm and warm. I feel complete.
Warm is his belly, off'ring sweet delight
as I bend down to kiss his naked feet.
How many toes
fit in my mouth at once nobody knows...

I paused for a moment to ask myself if it was appropriate to continue posting poems some might consider frivolous in light of the terrible tragedy at Nice. But one lesson from the tragedy at Nice is how fast life goes by and we must ask what really matters in the short time we are here. In the last three poems I try to express intimacy, not only physical intimacy but a spiritual intimacy as well. In the last three poems, "I have a friend," "Footjobs" and the above poem "Midnight Secrets," I am trying to celebrate that intimacy. If love is what matters most, then especially now we must celebrate it. In all three poems there are elements of playfulness, whimsy, even humor as well as serious sexual exchanges. That's life. That's what we celebrate.

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angel without wings...

I wrestled with an angel. When he wrapped
his naked legs around my neck and squeezed,
his penis slapped my face. It flipped and flapped
until I gurgled, gasped. I choked and wheezed.
In that position,
he hit me with a heavenly emission.

He's not an angel. He was just a guy
I met when cruising one hot summer night.
We had some drinks, this handsome dude and I,
and wound up in a barefoot bedroom fight.
I won't repeat
the clever things he did with just his feet...

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not quite an angel: angel without wings 2

I catch an angel flying in the nude.
He flies too low. I grab. He gets a shock.
To puncture his self-righteous attitude,
I do the manly thing and suck his cock.
OK, it's true.
Not quite an angel, he's a dude like you...

predictable: angel without wings 3

A grumpy angel kicks me in the ass.
He claims that I've been staring at his feet.
Now, I'm not one to let an insult pass,
but in this barefoot kick there's something sweet.
I grab his toes.
I bet you know which way this story goes...

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what makes a man?: angel without wings 4

The angel boys are at it once again,
ranking the body parts from head to sole.
It is the age-old question - what are men?
Results are in for the celestial poll.
The angels squeal.
Balls make the man and feet complete the deal...

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you ask me why...

You ask me why I always feel so jolly.
You see my cheerful spirits never limping.
The secret is my love for feet and folly.
I give my all to therapeutic shrimping.
Toes make my day
with barefoot games that two or more can play...

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very nice.............................................. ....................................

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toe joy...

I think that everybody knows
my weakness for spaghetti toes.
Some like their toes robust and plump
to elevate the peter pump.
Naked toes, both thin and chunky,
make our couplings fun and funky...

[stustustugoo]

lol, funny one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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There's a great foot worship clip over at MFF with the handsome porn stars Johnny Hazzard and Colby Keller. When I first watched it a while ago, it inspired me to write a retelling of the classic "The Prince and the Pauper." Here it is again.

Prince and Pauper

The Prince was horny. Pauper needed money.
That's how it all began.
The Prince was into footsex, nothiing funny,
just footsex man to man.

The Pauper saw his chance to make a buck.
With Prince's full approval,
he volunteered his tongue to be a truck
for prompt toejam removal.

Pauper knelt down, removed the regal sox
and smelt the feet of Princey.
The Prince was quite the stud, a prince of jocks,
and generous, not chintzy.

The Pauper sucked and shrimped the Prince's toes,
exuberant and cheery.
What else he sucked, well, no one really knows.
I have my private theory.

I've looked at tales of commoners and kings,
studied from every angle.
Guys who suck toes it seems suck other things
that droop or dip and dangle.

The two became great friends. Friendship has grown
into infatuation.
As counselor and pow'r behind the throne,
Pauper now rules the nation.

He's risen to the top and found his place
as Prince's right-hand boy.
At night when lovers everywhere embrace,
a barefoot Prince finds joy...