Jessytylor - love for feet
I had not been graceful with a wasp waist, She was tall, she did not stand out, Her breasts did not sway, When she left she did not dazzle, her hair did not dance, Her eyes did not dazzle. But God had given him feet that were a song! He was captivated by her feet, He was stunned: He undressed her without touching her, just by looking at it, barefoot he discovers it. Glance on a good day from the cold window he saw her in the shoe store at the precise mment in which he bare her feet; without smelling it, without touching it, He loved her standing and on her legs. A love of beautiful feet, - tempting like fruits - free of all prejudice: plantar love, foot love. He fell in love with her feet perfumed, silky, rounded and fleshy. Woman with amazing feet!
