Poem for her 229

Dear Readers,


Subtle dew on feet


Barefoot morning out to yard
The soft feet of night time fall
Wetness cool and thick on our feet
Lifting her feet up to my lap
As we sit on a park bench out back
I kiss her feet again with glee
It is always a mild need to me
To see what venues I can kiss her in
I like her ankles in my hands
It isn't something I can stop
The need to hold her feet and
Kiss them softly whenever them near
I have always seen them as something
Special and very dear
These feet of my dear heart
Held to me in subtle dew so sweet

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.