Tickle those toes

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NOT THE NYMPH!

 

If you ain’t an actual witch

Or married to a nice rich man,

Then you just another skank,

One who deserves to be spit upon,

Whipped and spanked sweet,

And thanked again and again

For her services as a friend

With benefits- Oh, these cliché

Are never ending nuances

That lighten my ritual night,

Sleepless on a butt cushion,

To bring her up from dawn,

Tickle and lick her tiny toes,

Lubricating the lush elastic

Orgasmic fabric and putting

Her favorite fawn socks on.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Thank you Starward for opening up poetic portals I adore

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Thank you for mentioning me,

Thank you for mentioning me, in the note.  I applaud the poem, and her favorite fawn socks made me smile.


Starward