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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]
Nothing is fragrant
as her stockinged feet, without
shoes; sheathed in scent and
sheerest softness beneath my
nostrils; my trembling caress.
Kyakuchuu
[jlc]
I like Image
Sheathed in scent...I like, for what is something without its scent.
Thank you very much for that
Thank you very much for that compliment.
Starward-Led (in Chrismation, Januarius)
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.
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-Led (in Chrismation, Januarius)