Rick's Poetry Corner. Focus on Male Feet

Ricky, you reminded me of my childhood fascination with naked cowboys and Indians. I'll dream tonight of the bunkhouse and teepee. Sniffing the stink. Sucking the blisters. Licking the fungus. Chewing on toes. And in the morning, there won't be much left to stuff into boots or moccasins, nothin' left to walk on. But my belly will be full.
 
It's Big Boy Time, I'm naked on the floor.
Feet rub me hard and yet I beg for more.
Mischievous toes probe my defenseless balls
till moans of my passions bounce from the bedroom walls.

Mischievous toes tickle my throbbing dick
Till Love's sweet goo shoots out of it in drops that stick
The squeeze of love as far as I can tell,
is always better with cock and a foot with a barefoot smell
 
huddled in the corner not wanting to die
as the terror engulfs you you begin to cry
I know you're scared I can smell your fear
the tension rises as I draw near

the flash of steel as I draw my knife
now, panic takes over as you fight for your life
kicking and punching me with all your might
but I relish the prospect of a good fight

a cut to the arm and a slash to the throat
the blood's flowing freely as I stab your face
it's all over the place
the pleaure's in my eyes is plain to see
there's nowhere i'd would rather be

ask em a question and i'll tell you no lie
i'm really enjoying watching you die
the excitment's too much as my cock's about to pop
hacking at your body, my hardon never stops

you feel the energy as it slowly drains
from your veins just as I feel pleasure
as my cock begins to drain
now the fun's over. OH WHAT CAN I DO?
my answer is quite simple. I'LL JUST FIND SOMEONE NEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!WATCH OUT, MAYBE IT WILL BE YOU!!!
 
The smell of fear is so intoxicating.
The slashing knife, the flowing blood.
Your dick spewing cum with every hack.
The bloody corpse at your feet.
Passion spent, you turn your eyes to me.
And smile.
 
The smell of fear is so intoxicating.
The slashing knife, the flowing blood.
Your dick spewing cum with every hack.
The bloody corpse at your feet.
Passion spent, you turn your eyes to me.
And smile.

oh yes my dear, oh yes!!!!!!!!
 
i hold his foot with tenderness and awe
much like a sacrificial turtledove,
kissing his sole, emotions hot and raw,
i feel the ecstasy of barefoot love,
a joy sublime transcends the now, and soars beyond all time.






is there an angel of the joy of feet?
who fondles tits and lips and runs through hair,
who make a belly rub a treat,
who frees the bunches in my underwear?
is there a soul celestial with the grace of human sex,
tucked in angelic wings, who flicks his toes like feathers in my face.
using his feet to teach me secret things?
Beautiful. I say soft prayers to my lovers feet while stroking myself
 
Sometimes I feel so angry
I want to yell and scream
I simply want to wake up
from this horrible nightmare of a dream

I want to throw things, lie down, pound and flail, rant and rave
and deafen the world with my wail

If I stage this fierce rebellion,
will you be returned to me?
To calm my broken heart, oh, how I want this possibility

Anger won't bring you back
But it is ok to express and feel
Expressing the emotion of grief
All of them will help me to heal
 
To assuage your broken heart, find a man who will say, "Beat me. Work out your grief on me. For a moment, forget your lost love, and make love to me with your fists and your teeth. If I am bitten and bloodied, I am happy, and perhaps your grief will lessen and you will heal. It's worth a try. Please."
 
huddled in the corner not wanting to die
as the terror engulfs you you begin to cry
I know you're scared I can smell your fear
the tension rises as I draw near

the flash of steel as I draw my knife
now, panic takes over as you fight for your life
kicking and punching me with all your might
but I relish the prospect of a good fight

a cut to the arm and a slash to the throat
the blood's flowing freely as I stab your face
it's all over the place
the pleaure's in my eyes is plain to see
there's nowhere i'd would rather be

ask em a question and i'll tell you no lie
i'm really enjoying watching you die
the excitment's too much as my cock's about to pop
hacking at your body, my hardon never stops

you feel the energy as it slowly drains
from your veins just as I feel pleasure
as my cock begins to drain
now the fun's over. OH WHAT CAN I DO?
my answer is quite simple. I'LL JUST FIND SOMEONE NEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!WATCH OUT, MAYBE IT WILL BE YOU!!!
Excellent
 
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