Friday, October 17, 2014

HALLOWEEN POETRY- MY FEET





Check out my feet-
with cuts and rot-
they may not be pretty
but they're all I got-
bow to my filth
and lick my toes-
gets my heart pumping-
juice filled flows.
A tongue to the ankle-
straight across bone-
really gets me going
in the horny feet zone-
blood on your lips-
rubbing with paws-
whether straight on flesh
or felt through gauze-
adoration required-
like carnivores dig meat-
I need you to come over
and make love to my feet.

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