Rick's Poetry Corner. Focus on Male Feet

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he puts a penis in between hos toes
he jiggles it
he wiggles it
he squeezes
it feels so good as every foot guy knows
the tickle itches even as it pleases barefeet on dicks provide the magic in his bag of tricks


i watch the neighbor working in the yard
barechested, barefoot wearing sexy speedos
his feet are young and strong they get me hard
i mumble two or three holy toledos
i know someday we'll get together in a barefoot way
 
i see life through the light between his toes
where love and lust dance in a private place
where smells have taste and secret passion grows
as toes in ecstasy caress my face
in such a light i learn to live and love with all my might

i love his feet
i think they love me too
the wrinkles of his soles are paths to bliss where fingers, lips and tongue all rendezvous and merge
in one amazing barefoot kiss
barefoot have taught that paradise is closer then i thought


his fly is open
shyly peeking thru the mushroom head and peephole of a dude
whisper the hope of dream that may come true when souls and bodies come together nude
what is more sweet then a penis and a dude with two bare feet
 
Strong, young feet.
I must eat
Soul meat.
 
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?
 
He's a poet, and now we know it!

Great reads Stu!
I haven't read much explicit erotic gay poetry, would love to see more.
 
Hello Rick!
Thank You for this excellent idea. I want to contribute with one poem to Your delightful corner. This in spite of two big buts; one It is not my own poem, i do not write. two it is not about male feet.

It is love song to death around the year 1820

"For decay" by Erik Johan Stagnelius

(I)
Decay, hurry, beloved bride
to make our lonesome stead!
Rejected by World, Rejected by God
but you I entrust my hopes.
Hurry, flower our chamber's – blackish stretch
The sighing lover your dwelling shall reach.
Hurry, make our bridal sweet -- with carnation spring
will her sow.

(II)
Shut tender in your womb my languish body,
Choke with your touch my pain!
In worms thoughts and feeling dissolve,
in ashes my burning heart.
Rich are you, Girl! -- As dowry give
the waste, the greening Earth for me.
I anguish up here, but happy will be
with you below.


Original language

Till förruttnelsen

Förruttnelse, hasta, o älskade brud,
att bädda vårt ensliga läger!
Förskjuten av världen, förskjuten av Gud,
blott dig till förhoppning jag äger.
Fort, smycka vår kammar -- på svartklädda båren
den suckande älskarn din boning skall nå.
Fort, tillred vår brudsäng -- med nejlikor våren
skall henne beså.

Slut ömt i ditt sköte min smäktande kropp,
förkväv i ditt famntag min smärta!
I maskar lös tanken och känslorna opp,
i aska mitt brinnande hjärta.
Rik är du, o flicka! -- i hemgift du giver
den stora, den grönskande jorden åt mig.
Jag plågas häruppe, men lycklig jag bliver
därnere hos dig.

Till vällustens ljuva, förtrollande kvalm
oss svartklädda brudsvenner följa.
Vår bröllopssång ringes av klockornas malm,
och gröna gardiner oss dölja.
När stormarna ute på världshavet råda,
när fasor den blodade jorden bebo,
när fejderna rasa, vi slumra dock båda
i gyllene ro.
 
Rick, you have been writing poetry for 20 years, and YOU NEVER TOLD US! This thread is wonderful. I'm glad we have your Poetry Corner now, to complement ArrowMan's Musical Corner. Your poems make me blush (except for the lines about kissing).

I will make a contribution, in the same spirit as callmecaleb and old bearkill (and with old bearkill's very same two "buts"). It's the only poem I know...

Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,
if it weren't for my arsehole,
my belly would bust.

Now, I hope, back to more of STUSTUSTUGOO'S PORNOGRAPHIC POESY!
 
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i see life through the light between his toes
where love and lust dance in a private place
where smells have taste and secret passion grows
as toes in ecstasy caress my face
in such a light i learn to live and love with all my might


i love his feet
i think they love me too
the wrinkles of his soles are paths to bliss where fingers, lips and tongue all rendezvous and merge
in one amazing barefoot kiss
barefeet have taught that paradise is closer then i thought



he touched me where some say he shouldn't have
stroking where straighter men shouldn't have
his fingers moved gently
they milked me gently
i had to stand still or they couldn't have
 
his feet were deliciously bare
propped up on the top of a chair
my heart skipped a beat
as i plopped on the seat
between his two feet
my oh my what a pare
he rested a foot on each shoulder
the warmth of his feet made me bolder
i gave him a lick
sucked the toe like a dick
i'll tell you the rest when you're older


he caught me staring at his feet
and chased me from that hour
when someone knows you suck on toes
he got you in his power
he chased me north
he chased me south
i landed in a ditch and he got a foothold in my mouth and now i am his footbitch
 
as i sucked on your toes, you trampled my nose
how cruel is the humor of men!
my heart is a rental, so please be more gentle
and try not to do that again


a little vermouth and it tell you the truth
you ask if your feet smell allright
i'm happy to tell ya, whenever i smell ya their stink is perfect delight
from big toe to heel, they have such an appeal
they drive me to utter distraction
when toes start to wiggle, my balls start to jiggle
my dick calls out, camera, action.
 
"as i sucked on your toes, you trampled my nose
how cruel is the humor of men!
my heart is a rental, so please be more gentle
and try not to do that again"

Rick, this poem of yours is a delight to read out loud. It could be set to music and sung. Also, it reminds me very much of some of Lewis Carroll's verses.
 
Rick.
I’d never have thought of you as a poet which shows how wrong I can be.
And you’re pretty good, maybe because you are writing about something you really like and enjoy.
Hope you write many more verses as full of humour as those on site.
And I agree with Alexondeath that there are definite similarities with Lewis Carroll and also Edward Lear.
And perhaps others will be inspired by your example, perhaps a Shakespeare or Milton or even a W.S. Gilbert parodist.
Pity that your readership must perforce be limited And specialised.
Thanks for posting
 
barefeet that ravish nipples in the night,
excite intensely in a carnal way
till tits and toes explode with mad delight
highlighting sex in a new barefoot way!
toes on a penis stimulate far beyond the dreams of venus.
 
he probes my nakedness with his two feet,
the heat of passion streams from either sole,
the taste of love the smell so sweet,
can this be love without a friendly hole?
my dick explodes, barefeet take sex down loves less traveled roads.
 
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