My Feet
My Feet
I am 32, 32 I am
Never have I looked at my feet
The way I look at them now and again
The first time I crawled
Out into the daylight,
Wiggling my toes, holding them tight
Kicking around ready for the brawl
They kept getting bigger
As the years went by
Till I felt the best thing
Was for them to hide
They gave me company
Everywhere I went
They danced me around
Even when I was 180 pounds
I kept them covered
In shoes or moccasins
Oh man! They could be lethal
If I were an assassin
Life moved on, from 20 to 30
I moved on from perky to daddy
Every time one came, I looked at the toes
Every time one came they reminded me my own
Never had I known, toes could feel so good
That day I knew what they really meant
She rolled down my legs, slowly all wet
Plopped on my toe, soaking it dead
Numb went my feet
Wriggling in ecstasy,
I quivered in her wet
She cried in fantasy
I moved, she rocked
She dived, I shocked
Up and down, back and forth
Teeming the heights, all around
My feet were divine
They felt so good
Shocked and confused
Seemingly I looked…
I am 32, 32 I am
Never will I look at my feet
Remembering her over and over again.
Friday, September 15, 2005