A woman at the height of ******
This is where the poem comes to a howl
suddenly, the poet hold his breath
He remembered a time long ago
When her well pedicured feet caught his eyes
and not her mind: that fetish duck..
She could have let him touch up her pedicure
Instead of playing with her heart strings
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 11:36 AM UTC
A woman at the height of ******
This is where the poem comes to a howl
suddenly, the poet hold his breath
He remembered a time long ago
When her well pedicured feet caught his eyes
and not her mind: that fetish duck..
She could have let him touch up her pedicure
Instead of playing with her heart strings
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