(for mild-to-moderate foot fetishism)

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some folks like it between their pits
and others like
the smell of their own shit –
as hard as i try,
i just can’t fight this feeling anymore:
i want you first with your socks on tight.

yes that’s right:
little pink ankle socks
for a grown woman’s lady feet,
bought wholesale
because they were cheap –
to see you soleless without your flats
left this man right out of breath.
i’ve never been a foot guy
but yours’ can’t be beat –
i want to watch you take them off
to turn up this winter heat.

can’t be beat,
up this heat,
this is a poem
about your cute feet.

tasty toes,
salty toes,
otherwise fully-clothed:
first i tickle,
then i sniff;
i promise not to make a face
when i finally take a whiff.
floor-bit seasoned with who-else-knows,
get them in my mouth
pronto.

i want to suck them
like a thumb –
kind of gross but turning me on
but not me on the floor on my knees
with you taking a seat like you’re femdomming me,
but on the bed on your back
in the air like a tease
while yes, technically i am still kneeling –
a pillow each, please:
that way i’m more comfortable
in this, my fantasy
and to see you with your neck supported
won’t wake me up prematurely.

polish, colour, i don’t care:
i rub your plantars through my hair
and leave their stinky cheese scent everywhere.
your toenails get caught amongst my knots:
it’s weird but never happened before
so until it does again,
why not?
they’re good to eat
and taste like meat
after suckling them
with said heat,
the song continues
about your cute feet:
deet-deet-deet-deet

but now is the time to say farewell
because your legs have spent
so long in the air
that you can’t feel them now down there
and you still need them to walk home from here.

this was a poem
about your cute feet
with potential for
a feet-and-greet.
can’t be beat,
good to eat,
tastes like meat.
i know, i know:
i am so sweet.

//wd 2.27.2024

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