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pool dreams
My breathing gets rapid and heavy,
my jaws start to dribble and drool,
when I pass by a barefooted bevy
of beautiful guys at the pool.
They bulge in the obvious places,
but feet are the charmers for me.
In dreams I will hide in the spaces
where toes hold a toe-jamboree...
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thoughts on monogamy
I used to think monogamy
was just the way things ought to be.
I never thought that I could cheat
until I saw my neighbor's feet.
When he works barefoot in the yard
my little thing gets big and hard.
I know that with a little luck
his digits could be mine to suck.
Of course there will be consequences
jumping over moral fences.
Cheaters face strong reprobation
in this great God-fearing nation.
My life partner may disown me.
Villagers may seize and stone me.
Just a minute! What's my crime?
True love happens anytime
and anywhere. It must be true
it rules beneath the ankles too!
We're warriors, martyrs, Love's elite!
We witness to the power of feet!
Monogamy can go or stay.
Just give us feet! Let come what may!
Farewell, sweet partner! Lots of luck!
I've got a world of feet to suck!
Last edited by ftlaudft; 06-10-2015 at 03:08 PM.
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so entertaining and whimsical!
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Thanks, pal! I live for whimsy!
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doodles
An Indian brave
used to holler and rave
that he'd scalp me someday with a knife.
So I went to his teepee
and sucked on his peepee
and now we're good buddies for life.
A barefooted vagrant
with feet fair and fragrant
abused me the day that I met him.
His conduct was heinous.
He punctured my anus.
I can't call it rape cuz I let him.
I once loved a gypsy
and when we got tipsy
we wound up in bed, he and I.
I think you should know
that we slept head to toe.
No need to explain - you know why!
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sailor song
Last night in port
I met a trick.
Our time was short.
So was his dick.
I sucked his toes.
His thing got bigger.
Interest rose
and pulled the trigger.
Back on the ship
I sail again.
In dreams I drip
with barefoot men...
Last edited by ftlaudft; 07-11-2015 at 01:52 PM.
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each life
Each life must find a melody to croon.
Some, a sweet ballad. Some, a martial tune.
Hawks have their music. So does every dove.
I sang my song. It was a song of love.
Some sing a hymn they heard when church bells pealed.
Some find their rhythms in a farmer's field.
Hard was the choice, but when push came to shove,
I sang my song. It was a song of love.
The concert hall of life is full of sound
that permeates and vibrates through the ground.
Life is a challenge, throwing down the glove.
I picked it up and sang a song of love.
Life to us all one timeless message sends:
Love is the song of hope that never ends!
Last edited by ftlaudft; 07-03-2015 at 01:29 PM.
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footfreak heaven
When I remember all the handsome men
who filled my life with roses, feet and magic,
I wonder, will we ever meet again?
To lose such love would be intensely tragic.
Beyond all time, the scent of bedroom bliss
perhaps will linger in our mouths and noses.
Perhaps eternity consists of this:
a timeless ecstasy of feet and roses...
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barefoot barnyard rustics
The barefoot barnyard rustics! What a group!
They tend the cattle, shovel up the poop.
In shabby jeans they milk and gather eggs.
But they've got gold. It swings between their legs.
My barnyard buddy tells me at the trough
that I'm not naked 'til the sox come off.
We suck each other's toes. We splash and wallow,
and then sometimes he comes. Sometimes I swallow...
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wonderful......................................... ..
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