An Ode To ToesA simple line of painted toes,Imprisoned in her pantyhose,Attracts my eye and holds it
An Ode To ToesA simple line of painted toes,Imprisoned in her pantyhose,Attracts my eye and holds it there,To gaze at them without a care.I worry then that she might see,That I keep looking at her feet,Then hide her treasure from my view,By slipping on her pretty shoe. But she keeps reading unaware,Of my attention and my stare,Of my attraction and my goal,To touch her velvet wrinkled sole.To press her heel against my lips,And stroke her with my fingertips,To taste her with my eager tongue,To feast on her till I am done.And then she stands up from her seat,And hides away her perfect feet,And looks at me with knowing eyes,As though she’d caught me in a lie.Then as she turns to leave the place,A smile arises on her face,A smile that tells me that she knows,Of my obsession with her toes. -- source link