Poem, Foot or shoe fetish, Voyeurism
Location: Pueblo, Colorado
I have a major foot fetish. I have had the feelings in this poem many times.
The silky, white, arch is visible just above the soft leather.
A slight nudge and the strap breaks its hold.
Allowing her spiked neighbor to hover just above the ground.
The plump digits balance the pointed front line.
From across the room he hopes it will tumble to the floor.
Here is my favorite of all my poems. Not sex related but I still like it hope you all enjoy it as well.
Her vast, soft, wet belly beckons me, tempts me, seduces me.
Her forgiveness is dashed upon the silent rocks.
Her deepest desires, hidden for a thousand million years.
She masks her cruel, violent, vengeful nature with a calm blue luster.
The countless lost souls are her's to keep.
That, selfish siren, the sea.
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