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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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©15 August 2018 - 9:05pm — S74RW4RD
21 August 2018 - 12:48am — djtj
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I like Image

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

21 August 2018 - 7:51am — S74RW4RD
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Thank you very much for that

Thank you very much for that compliment.

Starward

16 August 2018 - 12:49am — georgeschaefer
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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.

16 August 2018 - 3:58am — S74RW4RD
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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!

Starward