Footsies and Poetry

Verses dedicated to ladies with wonderful feet and shoes (I am grateful to "Gemini")

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A fiery bond by scarlet threads entwined,

Aislin, a blonde, with eyes of summer sky,

And Dina, dark of hair, a kindred mind,

In shared desires, their passions learn to fly.

For shopping sprees, their laughter fills the air,

A hunt for crimson silks, a burning quest.

No ruby gown, no jewel can compare,

To lingerie that sets their hearts to test.

At home, the bags with haste they tear apart,

Unveiling treasures, whispers soft and low.

Each scarlet scrap ignites a beating heart,

As silky secrets on their bodies flow.

Exposed they stand, a feast for yearning eyes,

Desire flares, a hungry, sweet surprise.

No need for words, a silent promise made,

As lips find solace, where passion gently plays.

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In silken haven, three fair forms convene,

A trio graced by beauty's vibrant bloom.

On plush divans, their laughter rings serene,

As tales of fashion light the gilded room.

With generous praise, each gown and jewel shines,

Emerald envy melts in warm regard.

A subtle shift, a language of entwined

Glances and smiles, a bond both sweet and hard.

The air grows thick, a current starts to flow,

Warm whispers shared, a blush on every cheek.

The casual touch, it lingers just so slow,

A spark ignites, desire it starts to speak.

No longer whispers, but a silent plea,

As lips seek lips, and necks for ecstasy.

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On sun-baked stone, with laughter light and free,

Carrie and Alecia, youthful, fair they stand.

Barefoot they dance, a playful rivalry,

On scorching tiles, a test for nimble hand.

Their toes curl tight, a graceful arch they make,

Each line so pure, a sculptor's keen delight.

A shower of praise, unspoken words they wake,

Eyes bright with joy beneath the fading light.

"Your perfect form," one whispers, "like a dream,"

The other sighs, "And yours, a sight untold."

But words soon fade, replaced by passion's gleam,

For kisses speak where simple praise grows cold.

No longer content with murmured admiration,

Inside they seek a sweeter exploration.

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Mia and Michelle

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In Eden's bloom, where sunlight paints the ground,

Two forms recline, with hair like spun sunshine.

Nella and Sophie, beauties heaven-bound,

In silken scraps that barely dare define.

Their laughter rings, a melody unbound,

As languid rays their sculpted figures refine.

With practiced ease, a playful touch is found,

Nella's light hand on Sophie's form entwined.

The wispy veil that shields a rosy peak

With gentle fingers finds its swift release.

A blush ignites, a silent promise sleek,

As passion stirs beneath the garden's peace.

But fleeting pleasure fails to quench desire,

A hand descends, a quest that burns still higher.

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In sun-drenched haven, where the villa gleams,

Live Silvie, dark of hair, and Kaylee fair.

Their days unfold like sunlit, rippling streams,

Within the pool, a shared and cool repair.

Unclothed they move, a sculptor's joyous dream,

With water's kiss on flawlessly sleek forms.

A silent language, whispered, not a scream,

As sunlight paints their limbs in summer storms.

Then Kaylee's hand, a silent, stealthy shark,

Glides swift beneath the surface, cool and bright.

It seeks its prize, a secret, thrilling mark,

Up Silvie's thigh, a path of pure delight.

A gasp escapes, a pleasure sharp and keen,

As hidden depths with sudden passion glean.

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In borrowed light, through curtains drawn askance,

A stolen hour, a tryst with learned desire.

Young Darcie, innocent in practiced glance,

A vision sculpted, clad in yoga's fire.

Her teacher Sydney, draped in formal guise,

Yet throat unlaced, a tempting, white display.

The weight of knowledge in those knowing eyes,

A silent pact, where lessons slip away.

Parchment and pen upon the table rest,

Mere props to veil a deeper, burning quest.

Sydney's soft voice, a silken, warm caress,

Each word a spark that sets Darcie's heart to test.

The air grows thick, with unspoken things,

As Darcie's hand to Sydney's shoulder clings.

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Carolina and Tiffany

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Nancy and Anna

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Amelie and Aislin

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Nancy and Foxi

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Nancy and Hayli

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Ptolema and Mirto

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In silken sheets of purest, calming blue, Two forms entwined, a love both pure and bright. Camila, dark of hair, with eyes that hue, Embraced by Blu, a blonde, a radiant light.

Their youthful frames, a sculptor's keen delight, No softness mars the lines, so clean and true. A perfect dance of shadow, sunlit white, As limbs find solace, hearts forever new.

Light lace, a web of patterns, soft and wise, Caresses skin, a touch both light and deep. The artist's touch in threads of cerulean skies, Reflects a love both earthly and serene.

Unbound they lie, ripe buds that softly part, For passion's kiss to blossom in their heart.

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In whispers spread through cobbled village streets,

A grand facade, a villa old and grand,

Where seven beauties, wonders so complete,

For endless lens and light, take their command.

"The Seven Wonders," whispered with a sigh,

Their forms perfection, captured frame by frame.

Long sessions held beneath a watchful sky,

Their grace a legend, whispered like a flame.

But gossip's tongue, with malice laced and sly,

Suggests a darker purpose to their stay.

Of sapphic revels, veiled beneath the eye,

Where pleasure blooms and shadows hold their sway.

Truth veiled in beauty, fantasy's delight,

The villa's secrets held beneath the night.

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Emma and Jill