Footnote: Love Poem---My Way, My Call, 2

Nothing is fragrant

as her stockinged feet, without

shoes; sheathed in scent and

sheerest softness beneath my

nostrils; my trembling caress.

 

Kyakuchuu

 

[jlc]

 

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djtj's picture

I like Image

Sheathed in scent...I like, for what is something without its scent.

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Thank you very much for that

Thank you very much for that compliment.


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georgeschaefer's picture

I am unsure if I want to go

I am unsure if I want to go with an Al Bundy crack or a foot fetish joke but all kidding aside, this is a nice little poem.

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Either would have been fine,

Either would have been fine, and thank you for the very kind compliment.  I first learned of this aspect of myself when I was seven years old, and it has been part of my poetry since I began to write in 1994.  Thanks again for the comment!


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