love doodles for the sleepy and the creepy [Archive]

ftlaudft

05-25-2013, 01:54 PM

I can hardly believe that almost 500 hits have been aimed at my little bits of whimsy here. I'm just so grateful to everybody who tuned in to my feeble attempt at humor and to FootBuddies for broadcasting it. While the poems are lighthearted and frivolous and not an attempt to replace "'Paradise Lost"', they are still bits of whimsy of the real me, the intimate very real person I am. And that's why I'm so grateful.

In a recent poem by the lesbian poet Mary Oliver from the Cleveland area, she spots a heron in her morning walk and it makes her think of the sky, herself and the heron, and how interconnected we all are. That's how I feel about my posts, and how I expect many others here feel about the posts they offer, the pix they share with their buddies, and the work they offer to this community.

It makes me realize how interconnected we all are with each other as we touch in an intimate way the inner lives of other beings here and how finally our community becomes linked and joined with all other communities into Life or Ultimate Reality or The One, whatever you choose to call it, in a really positive and beautiful and meaningful way.

God bless the barefoot!
Ever may they be
where they and those who love them
drift eternally.

We seek a harbor in the deep.
Our ship sails unaware
all of our lives, awake, asleep,
we were already there.

We sail to where we've always been,
the dumb, the wise, the clever.
Barefoot and blissful, enter in.
Paradise is forever!

ftlaudft

05-27-2013, 11:41 AM

looking for love on the Net

I hooked up with Tom
at click-a-dick com.
My cyberdate hopes were high.
But when I downloaded,
his pecker exploded.
If aardvarks find love, why can't I?

ftlaudft

05-29-2013, 02:06 PM

footsie peckerjoy...

Though the dinosaurs of yore
on our planet roam no more,
there's a monster in the crotch of all good men.
Use your mouth, and then get tactile
with your boyfriend's pterodactyl.
You can make the monster wake and roam again!

Hum a ditty while you blow him
Tongue his toes and get to know him
Tongue a tuneful high and low on his bare feet.
Suck him high! Suck him low!
Don't forget the little toe!
It's with feet you make your peckerjoy complete!

ftlaudft

06-01-2013, 08:13 AM

a confession

I have a secret friendship,
a friendship no one knows.
This is my secret friendship:
a love affair with toes.

Toes are my secret garden
with touch and smell divine.
The world has many a garden,
but none so fair as mine.

It is a sacred place
where angels, love confessing,
bare feet upon my face,
repeat an ancient blessing.

Come to my secret garden,
my island in the sun!
Come to my secret garden,
where feet and love are one!

ftlaudft

06-02-2013, 11:36 AM

picnic...

Love took me on a picnic,
in a place he only knows.
When hunger came, there without shame,
I sucked upon his toes.

"Give me the flow'r that smells most sweet!"
That was my one request.
He stroked my face with his bare feet.
"I'm giving you the best!"

He went away, and since that day,
I've traveled worlds of men.
Each barefoot boy who gives me joy
brings back that love again.

ftlaudft

06-04-2013, 12:48 PM

A thousand hits!
Two thousand tits!
Ten thousand toes will do ya!
FootBuddies' site
is doin' it right!
Sing "Thanks" and "Hallelujah!"

ftlaudft

06-06-2013, 08:51 PM

Judgment Day

Oh, what shall I say
on that terrible day
when all reck'nings are settled above?
I can just hear ol' Pete:
"Here's the guy who eats feet!
And he claims that he does it for love!"

But I don't think St Pete
worries much about feet.
He's concerned for the poor and the sick.
"Did you help,"' he may ask,
"with humanity's task?"
No one cares if you sucked someone's dick.

To the lady who raved
only straights can be saved,
I have only one message for you:
"'This is just who I am!
So deal with it, ma'am!"
Heaven's home for the footsie guys, too!

ftlaudft

06-07-2013, 07:11 AM

That's the idea of Judgment Day and it shows my attitude, an attitude shared by many here, who have made a long journey about accepting being gay and into feet. The journey started for many of us with the creepy feeling we had something kinky to hide and were more than a little ashamed of it. With help and support we've come to realize that our sexuality and our intimate love of feet is actually a wonderful gift and we want to celebrate it.

Who was the most difficult person to convince? Myself! But with the help of the members here who support and share I have been able to climb up into a beautiful place where I can see myself with so many of yor guys: accomplished professionals who post their pictures; caring human beings who joyfully post pics and stories and supportive comments. The FootBuddies site itself is our living room where we chat like the people in "'Cheers"' where everybody knows your name and everybody's glad you came.

I know who I am now and I like it. Thanks, people! See ya! I've got some living to do!

ftlaudft

06-10-2013, 02:20 PM

my Hawaiian prince

He wears a sarong,
but his dong is too long
and it sometimes sticks out in front.
I'd like to alert him,
but don't want to hurt him
by seeming to be too blunt.

The truth is a virtue
that sometimes can hurt you.
It's better perhaps to say naught.
So I won't divulge
that adorable bulge.
I'll just peek and hope not to get caught.

ftlaudft

06-11-2013, 04:31 PM

nocturn..

In most of mainland Italy
they speak Italian prettily.
But when you get to Sicily
the natives speak it pissily.
Why do I care? Ya got me there!
I never travel anywhere.
But late at night alone at home
I dream of games in ancient Rome.
Of chariot races rough, vehicular,
Roman drivers, tough, testicular.
I dream a gladiator dude
who likes to wrestle in the nude.
We wrestle. It's my secret sin;
he gropes me and I let him win.
He wins because I help him cheat
and then he makes me lick his feet.
It's just a dream. But that's all right.
It keeps me happy thru the night.

ftlaudft

06-12-2013, 07:52 AM

Hey, buddies! I hope I didn't offend any Sicilians out there. If I did, I'm truly sorry. Sicilians are lovely people and you don't want them mad at you. Sicilian is a separate language and certainly not merely another "pissy"' dialect of Italian. I stretch reality sometimes and get carried away with the heat of poetic passion, so some pretty goofy rhyme crimes get committed as a result! Amici again? Molto amore a tutti!

ftlaudft

06-13-2013, 08:37 AM

I walked thru the sewers of Sodom,
one of many routine inspections,
to check it from top to bottom,
reporting unseemly erections.

I was gaily surprised when I first realized
dudes were dancing, hot lads without lasses.
The place was kept bright by the flashes of light
shooting out from the lads' happy asses.

The fragrance arose of pits, tits and toes,
with the sweetness of Old Bora Bora.
One who reeked of Old Spice, said "You think this is nice?
Just wait 'til you get to Gomorrah!''

O, the sewers of Sodom! Kinky dudes? Yes, they got 'em.
These dudes are so kinky, they're stinky.
Sucking toes, pits and penis, could it be, just between us,
you're a kinky dude, too? Winky! Winky!

ftlaudft

06-15-2013, 12:06 AM

I had a fun time writing "the sewers of Sodom" because for some reason the place makes me think of my own Ft Lauderdale. I kept thinking about it, and guess what happened? Here's another.

the true story of Sodom - city or piano bar (your choice)

I'd like to set straight
some rumors of late
saying Sodom does not exist;
that the city of buggers
and pluggers and muggers
burned down when an angel got pissed.

The myth as reported
is grossly distorted.
The people were funsy and arty.
It's true, they were lewd
and they ran around nude,
'til their angel rained down on the party.

When the angel got bugged,
ACs were unplugged,
and the heat was a warning to men.
When tempers cooled down,
all the houses in town
got their ACs turned back on again.

The city today
is a great place to play,
for it offers exceptional service.
It caters to whimsy;
it coddles the flimsy,
the needy, the nude and the nervous.

There's a night train to Sodom.
Need tickets? We got 'em.
All barefooted dreamers ride free.
When you get to the city,
put a buck in the kitty -
and how 'bout a good word for me?

ftlaudft

06-18-2013, 01:23 PM

the defiant one: a rebel song

I'm a toe-suckin' dude.
I eat toejam for food.
Put your feet in my face. I love it!
I go north; I go south
with bare feet in my mouth.
Yes, feet in my mouth! What of it?

ftlaudft

06-18-2013, 11:31 PM

night ride thru the mountains...

I met a stranger on the train.
It was an odd event.
The story's old; seems half untold.
I ponder what it meant.

Alone in his compartment,
the handsome stranger there
props up his feet on facing seat.
Boots off, his feet are bare.

I enter the compartment,
extend a friendly greeting.
The scent I get of feet that sweat
faintly perfumes the meeting.

I sit beside his outstretched limbs.
My fingers idly fall
on ankle's form. The skin is warm
He makes no sound at all.

We reach the mountain's tunnel
and pierce the womb of night.
I feel the fire of strange desire
that burns beyond all light.

In deep and total darkness
I lift the stranger's toes
up to my face. I'm in that place
my secret passion knows.

I plant a kiss on his bare foot
in ecstasy supreme.
The moment flies thru unknown skies,
like an unearthly dream.

The stranger motionless remains.
The train moves toward the light.
The secret thrill that grips him still
has burned his soul tonight.

He leaves and turns to say goodby.
No words come to his lips.
But half with tears a smile appears
that time cannot eclipse.

In the big book of might-have-been's
all of these things must go.
What more could we - should we - have done?
Can anyone really know?

ftlaudft

06-19-2013, 08:14 AM

I should add that the above bit of whimsy is total fiction. But it's a fiction based on true friction!

Think back, fellas. Is there anyone here who has NOT been on a Greyhound bus, a train, a plane, an oxcart, a dunebuggy, sitting next to a handsome traveler, and then something happened. Your knees, your elbows, your feet casually did a bump and a grind and what happened next is still a memory that makes you smile.

The above footsie felicity is an account of how I experienced it. It's fiction based on friction!

Heidi-ho! Have you read my new fiction?
It's based on my personal friction.
All schemers and dreamers
and nocturnal creamers
will see it's a true-life depiction!

ftlaudft

06-20-2013, 10:05 PM

waters of daring...

Wash your feet in the waters of daring.
Hang them out of the window to dry.
I will suck on your toes 'til your dickwhistle blows.
Don't ask! I'm just that kinda guy!

ftlaudft

06-22-2013, 04:23 PM

People may not realize how sentimental I am. Indeed, I may be one of the last romantics.

Remembering the anniversary of my one true love (whoever he was) ...

New loves may come and the old ones pass.
Still I think of you once each year.
I stick a banana up my ass
and swing from the chandelier!

ftlaudft

06-24-2013, 01:16 PM

the pitiful demise of a footfreak
caught smelling the cheese (inspired by recent non-events)

They ask, "Tell us, please, are you smellers of cheese?"
The answer, of course, is "'Yup!"
But sometimes we cough and sometimes we sneeze,
and sometimes the cheese wakes up.

If your roommate's an ape and in really great shape,
you'd better try something to please him
A flick and a lick on a semi-hard dick
is a trick that will sometimes appease him.

If that doesn't work and your roommate's a jerk,
they'll probably take you to trial.
They'll bone you and stone you, and no one will moan you.
Don't cry! It just hurts for a while!

ftlaudft

06-30-2013, 07:54 AM

I see that this thread has reached 2000 and it makes me feel proud and happy and profoundly grateful to the site FootBuddies, to the hardworking moderator who has to sort through all this lighthearted lunacy, and to the people who took the time to read a line or two. It's like having a book published. Only if it really were a book in a bookstore, who would pick it up? Who picks up poetry books today? And our audience here at FootBuddies has a very discriminating taste.

I'm beginning to have delusions of grandeur. Perhaps, a century from now, in a classroom studying the social changes of our times there wll be a serious scholarly study of the advances of foot fetishism and the heroes of footfetishism will be honored: sites like the Cleveland Foot Fraternity, MyFriendsFeet and of course, most important to us, FootBuddies. And I'm dreaming that I,, simple, loving Laudie, will be hailed as the Foot Bard! Foot Bard! Well, no, it's not exactly Poet Laureate, but as they say in the barrio, Algo es algo. Something is something.

I think we're doing something right, people! Thank you!

PS Or maybe the Footsie Bard of Peckerjoy?

ftlaudft

06-30-2013, 02:21 PM

Sometimes at night I start to cry.
Sadness is not the reason why.
My tears that fall serve to recall
a life well lived that's had it all;
a satisfaction deep and strong
that turns noise into happy song;
love that illumes the velvet night
with all the shades of lovely light.
An old familiar blanket keeps
my soul secure. My body sleeps...

ftlaudft

06-30-2013, 08:50 PM

today's word of advice for the petulant and the flatulent

Don't!

ftlaudft

07-04-2013, 03:23 PM

It's a national holiday and we're celebrating with picnics and parades, and I of course celebrate by dashing off a bit of whimsy, like the above, reflecting lighthearted feelings of love. But there's another kind of love which we especially remember on holidays, and every day, and it's the REAL love, the "'I am with you always"' love and its promise. What does that mean?

I'm thinking of the people who have loved us, truly loved us: our parents, brothers , sisters, friends, lovers. They loved us in the past.

But REAL love continues into the present and the future and simply IS in the Eternal Now. Their true love oontinues whether they are still in this life or whether they have already returned to The Source of All Life.
So they who have loved us have loved us in the past; they continue to love us now; they love us forever; they love us in the Eternal Moment outside of relative time.

Our love for them is the same. We loved them then. We love them now. And we will love them always. And beyond that, we love them in the Eternal Now-ness of the Forever-ness of the Eternal Moment.

I'm sure all of us have problems and worries. But the sureness of love makes a great security blanket.

Love, much love, and a Happy Holiday to all!

ftlaudft

07-11-2013, 10:24 PM

footplay, orgasm and the fine art of penis-pedaling...

My nipples know his naked soles.
They tingle with delight
when toes that rest upon my chest
tickle me in the night.

Tits yield to toes' erotic touch,
of feath'ry angel fingers,
that tweak and tease like evening breeze
when summer sunlight lingers.

He runs his bare foot thru my hair,
taps lightly round my eyes.
In warm embrace, feet stroke my face.
Love's urgent passions rise.

Prehensile digits grip my dick,
pedal my penis gently,
slide fore, then aft, across my shaft,
gently, then more intently.

Barefooted rhythms rock my cock.
They shoot me to the moon.
With love-drunk men, love sings again
a tipsy, toeful tune!.

ftlaudft

07-15-2013, 01:58 PM

I really enjoyed composing the above poem "footplay and the art of penis-pedaling." I was wondering to myself which stills I might use to illustrate it and my first choice would be stills from the videoclips of Bryce Corbin in his scene with Chris Porter from ToeGasms.com. In their coupling, Bryce uses his feet to masturbate Chris and gives clear visual aids for the mechanics of two important footjob techniques: pumping and pedaling.

In the pumping technique, Bryce brings his soles together and then works them up and down, pumping with the fleshy toepads and balls of his feet. This is a great technique in foreplay, but may not be the best technique to use if you want to bring a partner to climax.

The pedaling technique is often the use of just one foot to massage the sensitive part of the penis shaft with varying degrees of pressure, all the way to climax, if desired. Bryce, who is such a handsome rascal to begin with, does this beautifully, alternating the pumping and the pedaling techniques.

We are all slapped together differently and we have to work to see what is best for each individual and each couple. Feet can be used in foreplay or for the big event. As an example of footjobs in foreplay, CockSureMen has a great clip with Leo Domenico and Landon Conrad. Leo has Landon on his back at the edge of the bed, where Leo is standing. Leo brings Landon's soles together and pumps his own penis between them. It's a delicious scene for foreplay fun.

But for the big event, Bryce gets the Pump and Pedal Medal of Honor. Beautiful feet! Talented toes! He really should be giving private classes.

ftlaudft

07-22-2013, 08:22 AM

a whiff! a whiff! my kingdom for a whiff!

You'll find this truth eternal
in any public ur'nal:
tho love has many angles,
the good stuff always dangles.
Plump penis, pretty toes -
rub those beneath my nose.
Love starts with just one sniff.
My kingdom for a whiff!

ftlaudft

08-12-2013, 07:04 AM

I'm flabbergasted that this thread has lasted so long and that people are still tuning in. I had thought at first that about 3 pages would be more than enough for a poetry post, and I was really pushing my luck when I got carried away and added another 2 pages, bringing it to 5. But people are still pushing the numbers up and I have to wonder why.

I think a part of it is the fact that we're a minority and have a very special taste that we have always kept in the closet and the shoebox, as they say. We don't hear songs about feet and footlove, and it's not a theme to be talked about in any popular medium. But in my poems, as lighthearted as they may be, I AM talking about feet and footlove. And in a serious respectful way, with feelings of fun and joy and a sense of celebration. Perhaps that's why so many folks with any feelings at all about this particular fetish are tuning in.

We're a minority community, but we're a big minority and we have a lot of people in our community. What we do and dream about we don't often talk about, or at least we haven't in the past. But in a site like FootBuddies we have learned to share our likes and our longings with fellow travelers and it's been a great experience. I can honestly say I feel I've grown up here.

We're gotten rid of feelings of shame and guilt and can now celebrate in the daylight what is a good thing, a special gift, and we can celebrate with a huge community. What we do is intimate but not dirty. We're hurting no one and adding new notes of harmony to the music of humanity.

In Russia, they'll put you in jail for saying you like gay people, according to their new anti-propaganda laws. In Uganda, some politicians there want to behead gays. Here we have the right to be who we are, talk to each other on sites like FootBuddies, and laugh and love a little.

I like being who I am. I hope you've grown to like who you are, too.

Footlover28

11-28-2013, 02:04 PM

Hey guys, I'm just wondering if something bad happened to ftlaudft. His last activity was quite exactly 3 months ago! Does someone know more?

Laudie, I miss you and I'm rather sure that I am not the only one.

ftlaudft

12-19-2013, 06:18 AM

Thank you for being such a kind friend, Footlover28! You are the greatest thing to come out of Germany since Wagner and Wienerschnitzel!

I had surgery and was unable to use my computer for 4 months. But as we say in Florida mala hierba no muere - bad grass doesn't die = so I'm still around and kicking I've missed all of uou very much!

Footlover28

12-19-2013, 03:03 PM

Footlover28

12-20-2013, 01:32 PM

Greatness everywhere! Makes me smile from cheek to cheek!

ftlaudft

12-20-2013, 03:20 PM

Thank you, dear friend! So long as you're smiling! Now, which cheeks were you talking about?

You wouldn't believe the trouble I had trying to get back into the site. I had forgotten my password and at one point to retrieve the password they ask you to copy two words. The first word was very clear but the second was all squiggly letters that I couldn't make out. So they wouldn't let me in.

So I decided to register as a new member, but once again I couldn't get past the squiggly letters. So I resigned myself to being an outcast from Paradise, like Adam who got kicked out of Eden just for munching on an apple. What's with those squiggly letter, anyway?

I pouted and moped around for a while, and then while I was dancing around my living room to express my sorrow and frustratiion I finally thought of a list of papers I had in a drawer and there indeed was a list of my passwords. But what an experience! I wonder how many prospective members here we may have lost because of those odd letters.

ftlaudft

12-21-2013, 06:08 AM

a holiday toe-tap

Good sex is often digital,
and when a cock is midgetal
one thumb should really be enough
to generate orgasmic fluff.
Why just a thumb? Why not a toe?
Toe-tapping is the way to go.
Ring up your fav'rite footsie guy.
(Try not to squirt him in the eye.)
Place foot in crotch. Undo pants flap.
When toes rub cock - rap-a-tap-tap!
Rap-a-tap-tap! The joy of toes!
It feels so good! And there she blows!

A footjob makes a great gift. You don't have to wrap it, and you would love to have him return it.

Footlover28

12-23-2013, 12:19 AM

ftlaudft

12-23-2013, 06:58 AM

A Happy! Happy! to you too, my friend! Here's a couple more for the holidays.

a mistletoe song

I don't need a missile
to suck on your toe.
Just give me a whistle
and I'll start the show.

Each toe I'll make wet
with a big juicy slurp.
Get ready! Get set!
Slurp! Slurp! and a Burp!

a hustler song

I'm back in the saddle again
iwhere men pay to doodle with men.
Sex podal and penile
for young, old and senile
is free to foot size above 10.

ftlaudft

12-30-2013, 05:37 PM

Thanks to our Buddies for pics and posts!

It's the end of the year,
and as one grateful queer
I say "Thanks!" to our buddies who post.
Though dick pics are sweet,
it's a shot of bare feet
that ripples our nipples the most!

My heart is a homo.
With Juan, Lou and Schlomo
it shouts out our thanks 'til we're hoarse.
With blowjobs we thank you!
We shrimp you! We wank you!
(Metaphorically speaking, of course!)

ftlaudft

01-10-2014, 08:23 AM

a happy song

Jeans and bare feet
create the mood.
Up goes the heat
and we get nude.

We flip. We flop.
We just don't stop.
Now you're the bottom;
now the top.

I lick your jock.
I smell your sock.
I sniff your clothes
and suck your toes.

When all this stuff
is said and done,
though times be tough,
don't we have fun?

ftlaudft

01-11-2014, 05:44 PM

mister right

Your boyfriend should not be too snooty,
too macho, too fey or too fruity.
He should have toes and titty
that are passably pretty;
jaws and ass with a strong sense of duty.

ftlaudft

01-23-2014, 08:25 AM

a memory

I truly loved you for a day or two,
from dusk to dawn.
Then through the window all the passion flew
and now it's gone.

Where did it go? Only a secret thrill,
pungent and sweet,
lives on in some old sox that give me still
that scent I love - sweet scent of your bare feet.....

ftlaudft

01-29-2014, 02:40 PM

Bare feet and boners -
that's what I like best.
To moaners and groaners
I leave all the rest.

A guy may be owner
of cars. boats and booze;
but barefoot with boner
is the one I will choose.

ftlaudft

02-08-2014, 12:46 PM

When I was just a young one,
innocent as a dove,
my lover was a hung one.
His fucks were full of love.

Today he'll only use me
when he gets morning wood.
With loveless fucks he screws me.
(It still feels pretty good!)

His penis just between us
is quite a sexy pole.
To know him is to blow him,
so let the good times roll.

I will not ask for heaven
or an expensive jewel.
His feet are size eleven.
Still think that I'm a fool?

Footlover28

02-11-2014, 12:56 PM

As I said before: It's always delightful reading your epic lyrics/poems after a hard day of work. Thanks over and over (does one say so outside the lyrics of a song?)!! :)

ftlaudft

02-11-2014, 01:00 PM

Thanks, FootLover28! It's comments like yours that keep me going! You're a real pal!

ftlaudft

02-12-2014, 06:04 AM

I am beautiful...

my mouth is beautiful
because you laid your penis on my tongue,
spraying it with mystic heat of carnal passion

my buttocks are beautiful
because you found the well between them and performed there
the rite that raises men in ecstasy to fly with angels

my shaft is beautiful
because your bare feet massaged it gently,
naked toes fluttering to play it like a piccolo

and the celestial music goes on forever...

ftlaudft

02-14-2014, 12:49 PM

Cock On Delivery...

My love mailed me a blowjob. Yes sirree!
Deliv'ry was as special as could be.
That's why I must confess, man,
I blew the UPS man.
The cheapskate sent the blowjob COD!

Does that even make sense? But it's Valentine's Day! Does everything have to make sense?
A Happy Holiday to all our FootBuddies!

ftlaudft

02-16-2014, 07:24 AM

When true love kicks you in the balls,
it stalls and slows your pace.
But with those stalls and hurts and falls
you join the human race.

Thank Lady Venus and grab your penis.
Love wins. It never loses.
Your balls may ache, but they won't break.
Learn to enjoy the bruises!

ftlaudft

02-21-2014, 08:03 AM

taxi ride

The cab pulled up in front of my hotel.
I got right in.
The cabbie offered - I remember well -
a grin, a friendly - more than friendly - grin.

"Take me to paradise!" I said and stared
at his two feet.
He seemed surprised at first but quickly shared
a smile so sweet, so knowing yet discreet.

Off came the shoes, off came the sox, and then
his feet were bare.
To paradise we went and back again,
for paradise can happen anywhere!

ftlaudft

02-25-2014, 05:44 PM

how I met Jason

A fool by the pool
was abusing his tool.
So I said, "Mr Funky,
quit spanking the monkey!"
He replied, "You can go
and suck my big toe!"

So I did. Was he surprised!

ftlaudft

03-01-2014, 07:56 AM

a lesson in coupleship:
FAQ for a footsucker in a relationship

Couples will ask who should command.
This is my thought, simply put:
Let your love keep the upper hand.
You keep the upper foot.

He's master of every bodily thing
from anklebone up to your nose.
From ankles down you're captain and king,
commander of heavenly toes!

Some nights he will own you.
He may even bone you.
But then he's your barefooted toy.
You grab toes and whiff 'em.
You shrimp 'em and sniff 'em.
Three cheers for the foot-loving boy!

ftlaudft

03-04-2014, 06:35 AM

happiness is an apple tree by the river
did something just fall on my head?

love is a butterfly with hiccups
one burp and you're out!

heaven is being naked and reaching for the sunshine
just ask any angel...

ftlaudft

03-06-2014, 04:48 PM

Cinderello 2014 or The Bus Leaves at Midnight

Young Cinderello,
a goodlooking fellow,
decided to go to the ball.
So he hustled some bucks,
he rented a tux
and he hopped on a bus at the Mall.

Since he knew busses ran
up to midnight, his plan
was to party, then catch the last one.
At the ballroom the band
was the best in the land.
Cinderello plunged into the fun.

When the Prince saw him dancing,
thoughts turned to romancing.
They were soon toe to toe, cheek to cheek
From the moment they met,
eyes and undies got wet
as their passionpumps dribbled a leak.

At midnight the clock
gave our lovebirds a shock,
ringing out the twelfth hour through the night.
When the Prince looked again,
he saw many fine men -
but his partner was nowhere in sight!

Cinderello had gone
but had left on the lawn
an old shoe all battered and worn.
The Prince, filled with gloom,
took it up to his room
and sniffed the old shoe until morn.

The whiffs filled his brain
with a beautiful pain,
and he knew he must find for his mate
that charming young fellow
with footscent so mellow
whose feet held the perfumes of fate.

The Prince could not rest
Aching balls kept him stressed,
and he searched for the shoe's mellow match.
Truth to tell, Cinderello,
semi-barefoot, poor fellow,
was really quite easy to catch.

One shoe on, one foot bare,
on the town's Public Square,
he was spotted and brought in a carriage
to the Prince's chateau,
where, as most of you know,
they worked out the details of their marriage.

Living happy and gay,
they remain to this day
a lesson in love for the many.
Love eternal and true
can begin with a shoe.
You don't need lots of money - if any!

In their lovemaking nightly
they both worship rightly
each muscle, each bone, as a treat.
Perhaps we should mention
the special attention
they give to each other's bare feet.

With kissing and slurping,
with sucking and burping,
our heroes make love head to toe.
Their love is their treasure.
Joy stronger than pleasure
lights pathways wherever they go.

PS Cinderello's old shoe
is on permanent view
in a room of the local museum.
Both shoes that he wore
on the royal dance floor
are displayed so the public can see 'em.

Now, I don't like to say
any comment that may
cause a minor political tiff.
But I do think it sucks
that they're charging ten bucks
if you want to get close for a whiff!

Cinderello's old sox
with a couple of jocks
have been used to enhance the collection.
In letters quite bold
eager viewers are told
they must leave if they get an erection!

Footlover28

03-08-2014, 01:07 PM

I am very amused by your "fairy tale" called Cinderello 2014! Two thumbs (and big toes) up!:)

ftlaudft

03-08-2014, 05:39 PM

Thanks for the nice comment, Footlover28. You always send us a little sunshine in your posts!

ftlaudft

03-12-2014, 07:55 AM

As the number of views for this poetry thread approaches 10,000, I am proud and profoundly grateful to the FootBuddies site and to everybody who read even one little lyric. The comments, though few, have been kind and encouraging. I can't tell you how happy I am to be a member of this wonderful community!

ftlaudft

03-23-2014, 06:19 AM

the rich dude and the barefooted stableguy

I once knew a fellow
with the morals of Jello.
who lived the good life in a villa
Tho he took out his dentures
for oral adventures,
his sex life was pretty vanilla.

When at last he was wedded
and lawfully bedded,
there were cards of good will and good hope,
with gifts and fine things
from both peasants and kings
and a courtesy call from the Pope.

What nobody knew,
when the love act was thru,
he would leave his legitimate spouse.
When his wife was asleep,
he would stealthily creep
to a barefooted stableguy's house.

Thatched roof, earthen floor,
just a room, nothing more,
the man's dwelling was humble and small.
Strong of build, fair of face,
he wore old clothes with grace.
On his feet he wore nothing at all.

Oh, the cries of delight
in the barefooted night
as the dude and the stableguy played!
Oh, the passionate moaning,
the grunting and groaning,
like sounds people make getting laid!

A newspaper boy
heard the gurgles of joy,
peeked in and reported, when pressed,
that he saw nothing rare,
only feet that were bare
and two guys otherwise fully dressed.

But the passionate moaning?
The grunting and groaning?
Those are sounds people make when they're screwing!
Let me ask once again.
Those two barefooted men -
what on earth do you think they were doing?

Footlover28

03-24-2014, 04:19 PM

I just wanna say...
a big, big Hooray!
Your lyrics are funny
and make my day sunny!

ftlaudft

03-24-2014, 05:54 PM

Well, thanks, Twenty Eight!
You're a gem of a mate!
As they say in Sri Lanke,
Alles Gute und Danke!

ftlaudft

03-26-2014, 03:01 PM

Have you ever picked flow'rs in the garden of love,
bare-headed, your face to the sun?
Have you counted the show'rs dropping down from above,
tears shed when the heart was undone?

Have you laughed, have you wept, in the garden of love?
You must know then your life has been blessed.
The angels who slept on the wings of the dove
will go with you now to your rest.

ftlaudft

03-27-2014, 07:49 AM

I wrote the above poem thinking about someone who will be leaving us soon. At such a time, as all of you know, we may think a little more about what it all means and what our lives have been worth. The answer is always the same. What gives meaning to it all is love.

Here we do a lot for fun and foot passion. It's goodnatured and lighthearted most of the time. But when people post pictures and photos, they do it for fun and foot passion, and ultimately for love. Maybe our lives have been a series of adventures, or maybe we are in a serious relationship or none at all. Whatever sublime meaning our lives have, in their light or heavy moments, comes from love. (Excuse me for preaching at you!)

Footlover28

03-27-2014, 02:09 PM

ftlaudft

03-28-2014, 05:57 AM

Footlover28

03-28-2014, 02:30 PM

Hey Good Buddy! Thanks for the kind words. I do think sometimes it's better to leave out the specific details of a personal relationship so the others can concentrate on the universal feelings of loss and sorrow and then translate them into their own experience. Just my view, anyway. Thanks again!

I am full of understanding! Clever to leave it in such a way so that everyone is able to draw lessons from your words...as I, for example, still am drawing.

ftlaudft

03-29-2014, 06:57 AM

Thanks for being such a supportive friend I often think of John Donne's famous quote: Ask not for whom the bell tolls. It tolls for thee.

I especially appreciate your comments on the Cinderello poem and the Rich Dude and Barefooted Stableguy poem. They were both a lot of happy work with a lot of editing, but I think I finally have them in their final versions. It's been a lot of fun!

ftlaudft

04-04-2014, 01:47 PM

love has its risks

I've heard that hippopotami
try to engage in sodomy.
You know that really hurts.
Monkeys put on a day show
performing hot fellatio
and then they dodge the squirts.

I think that there's a lot o' me
like chimps and hippopotami.
For love I risk a lot.
Sometimes when blowing pick-ups
I wind up with the hiccups.
But sometimes not...

ftlaudft

04-10-2014, 12:54 PM

With kisses full of sunshine
he gave his mighty penis.
I lost no time, tossed out a rhyme
in praise of Lady Venus.

His bare feet bathed in moonlight
he gave for me to kiss.
My whole life long will be a song
for such a gift as this.

ftlaudft

04-12-2014, 01:57 PM

I dream sometimes of paradise
where all is young and fair;
where dreaming, too, is fresh and new
and you, my love, are there.

Your warm bare soles by starlight
gently caress my face.
My lips enclose your naked toes
in a sublime embrace.

There is a time for ecstasy
given to gods and men.
A barefoot kiss makes real our bliss
and shows us heav'n again.

ftlaudft

04-17-2014, 08:34 AM

A wind blew east from Eden
with those sweet smells I know
of one I met just yesterday,
or else long, long ago.

When you were young and barefoot
I loved you head to toe.
Perhaps it was just yesterday.
Perhaps long, long ago.

Life is a quesiion. Love, the answer.
Loving and life are one.
A wind blows east from Eden.
We smile up at the sun.

ftlaudft

04-18-2014, 06:58 AM

I do some of my best thinking in the shower. Standing naked under the hot water leads to a kind of moment of truth experience. So I came up with the following shower song yesterday afternoon.

The show'r is my confessional.
I cleanse my conscience there.
After a brief recessional,
I change my underwear.

Yes, I confess, sex makes a mess.
But please don't call it dirty.
It's nature's plan for ev'ry man.
Our private parts are squirty!

ftlaudft

04-24-2014, 06:11 AM

the troll

Follow the road to Babylon.
Stop at the Northern Ridge.
Go east, go west, which suits you best.
But don't look under the bridge.

There lives a troll beneath the bridge
whose heart is cold as ice.
If unaware you meet his stare,
he'll make you pay the price.

Rumors abound about the troll.
I don't like to repeat.
But you should know, to spare you woe
the troll is into feet.

He'll steal your shoes. He'll steal your sox.
He'll shrimp you toe by toe.
You must submit to footsie shit
before he lets you go.

Yet, asked to give a description,
his victims all reply:
He's just a poet, wouldn't you know it,
and quite a lovely guy.

ftlaudft

04-26-2014, 12:54 PM

I met a footsie vampire.
He didn't want my neck.
He said, "I'll eat
your big bare feet.
Blood's blood, so what the heck?"

ftlaudft

04-27-2014, 02:50 PM

sex bargaining with the footsie vamp

The vamp is quite clever,
talks of living forever,
but I know that it's just a big snowjob.
So I counter with love,
and when push comes to shove
for his toejob I offer a blowjob.

This vampire's a hunk
Gothic charm, Gothic spunk,
and he shrimps like a pro 'til it's day.
Then I give him a lick,
suck his big Gothic dick
'til he comes and he just floats away.

ftlaudft

04-28-2014, 01:00 PM

farewell to a lover (and not a very good one, either!)

O, splatter me not with your cum, my love.
I'm not in the mood today.
I know you will think that it's dumb, my love,
but there's something I really must say.

While down at the pool I met someone cool.
He was nude with the sunshine above him.
As I sucked on his toes, his pecker arose
and I think I am going to love him.

I have only to say as I go on my way
we have memories time will not crush.
But your passionless yanks and those two-minute wanks
are the turds that my heart cannot flush.

Footlover28

04-28-2014, 02:11 PM

Always a great pleasure to read your poems after a day of work. Possibly, I've said it before but it's more than true!:)

ftlaudft

04-29-2014, 07:14 AM

Thanks and blessings, Footlover28. Your words of encouragement always mean a lot. It's a very human desire to want to be appreciated and you always give a supportive pat on the back in a most beautiful way. Many, many thanks!

Sometimes I wonder if maybe I should explain a little about the inspiration or background of some of the poems. For instance, in the troll poem maybe I should clarify that yes, I do write poems, but no, I really do not live under a bridge.

The two vampire poems were fun for me to write because I have always enjoyed the Gothic. But it's only a fantasy. I haven't recently been out with any real vampires. At least I don't think so. Can we ever be really sure....

The last poem about Splatter Me Not refers to the phenomenon of the dating game we are often involved in. We go out with someone and then suddenly realize that we are not really a good match. We have different bedroom expecttions and needs and really need to pick up and go on. Sometimes a fellow can be with someone who doesn't really want sex with the other and really is content with a jack off partner. That may not be enough for the partner who wisely decides to split and see what else is out there.

Or maybe I should just let the poems speak for themselves. Thanks again, pal!

Footlover28

04-30-2014, 03:03 PM

ftlaudft

05-02-2014, 10:15 AM

a gypsy who loved with his toes...

I'll sing you a song of a gypsy
who stayed at our village motel.
One night very late I was tipsy
and just a bit horny as well.

I'd heard that the gypsy was handsome,
so I thought when the town was asleep
I would spy through the keyhole or transom
and get me an innocent peep.

I stooped and I looked through the keyhole,
and what did my little eye see?
It saw a magnificent peehole.
The peehole was looking at me!

I pondered what I should do,
then I opened the door between us.
I wanted to know just who
was attached to that beautiful penis.

The barefooted gypsy who faced me
then lunged, took me down. As I knelt,
his hot naked soles embraced me,
and I felt things I never had felt.

He smiled as he soberly uttered,
"It was you who broke in here, you know."
His foot rubbed my face and he muttered,
"Decide! Will you stay? Will you go?"

Bare feet filled my mouth and bewitched me,
made love to me there on the floor.
From the old moral codes they unhitched me
and left me still begging for more.

Bare toes filled my holes with their yearning.
They pleasured each inch of my frame.
I came. A new flame began burning.
I had learned how to love without shame.

If ever your lips should repeat
the ditties that I compose,
you'll be singing a song of feet
and a gypsy who loved with his toes.

ftlaudft

05-02-2014, 01:47 PM

a footbuddies song

No, we're not in the bucks,
the economy sucks
but Footbuddies never retreat.
Proud sniffers of toes,
we face all the world's woes
with courage, with love and with feet.

We open our arms
to all masculine charms.
Our pix are the best, simply put.
The casual browsers
who unzip their trousers
attest to the pow'r of the foot.

So roll out the kegs.
Spread hope, spread your legs.
We'll dance down the stairs and the halls.
Both the foot and the head
of a FootBuddy's bed
hold secrets to tickle your balls.

ftlaudft

05-04-2014, 07:41 AM

I just finished polishing and editing my barefooted gypsy poem and it makes me wonder. I imagine that many of us have a barefooted gypsy in our lives, someone who helped us enter the beautiful world of feet. I remember the first time I opened the door, got into a kind of erotic wrestling match and found out that I liked feet. Wow! Life has its fun moments!

ftlaudft

05-08-2014, 07:08 AM

There's a point about the gypsy in the above barefooted gypsy poem that I want to clarify. It has to do with what the gypsy represents. The gypsy knows that I am snooping outside his room and so to get my attention he whips out his dick and aims it at the keyhole which I am peeking through. That does get my attention and I am the one to open the door to his room and invade his private space. He then trips me and continues his seduction of me by using his feet. Yes, he trips me and rubs his feet on me, but I am not pinned on the floor. He makes love to me using his feet, but I am free to get up and go when and if I want. The big wrestling match then is not between me and the gypsy. It's between me and myself.

I have been taught certain nicety codes. Legs are OK. Feet are not. Certain parts of the body are OK to admire. Others are stinky or low or smelly and not OK. The gypsy gives me a chance to experience something outside the nicety code. Will I accept it and do something positive with it? Or reject itz/ That is the real wrestling match. My decision is to stay and enter the beautiful world of the fetish as another tool to build my complete humanity. The gypsy has not forced me to do anything except experience a possibility. I wrestled with my previous upbringing and chose to go in a new direction. I guess that's why we're here!

ftlaudft

05-24-2014, 04:12 PM

A flagpole climbs between my lover's legs.
His cannons shoot.
Where passion goes there go tongue, lips and nose
in joint salute.

Between his asscheeks lies a hidden hollow,
his secret place.
A dream of dusk darkly perfumed with musk
breathes on my face.

Between his toes scents from a barefoot garden
pleasure the night.
A moon's lost beams rebuild forgotten dreams
with magic light.

ftlaudft

05-25-2014, 06:33 AM

The above poem may seem a bit obscure. Its three parts correspond to three body parts and will seem vulgar to some. The cock, the ass and the feet are the body parts with which I have an erotic encounter and I try to describe that encounter in an impressionistic manner. In this country I have the right to do so and that right is freedom.

Especially on a day like today we remember the people, men and women, who guaranteed us that freedom, a freedom to love who we want, male or female, and to focus on body parts we choose, whether accepted by all the population or not. I am grateful to all our fallen heroes and to those who risked their lives so that we can love, and talk about our loves with each other, without having to be afraid that we will be dragged off to be tortured and killed for liking men or any of their body parts.

The fact that this site exists and flourishes shows us how far we've come and what freedom means to a substantial minority.

ftlaudft

05-29-2014, 01:42 PM

happiness 100: a simple song

I dreamt I died and waited
inside a judgment hall.
Angels interrogated.
My back was to the wall.

Two elemental questions
beamed down from up above.
One: Was there music in your life?
Two: Did you ever love?

I told of nightbirds singing
melodies clear and sweet,
while I explored with kisses
your lips, your hands, your feet.

I told of ocean music,
the sea's majestic roar,
when naked, unashamed,
we sought a friendly shore.

"Heaven is yours!" the angels sang
with voices firm and steady.
"Nobody enters heaven
unless he's there already!"

The harmonies of heaven,
the music of the spheres -
they're yours when you have found your love,
with smiles, sometimes with tears.

ftlaudft

06-02-2014, 01:22 PM

When angels swish
you know there's something wrong,
like talking fish
or fatties in a thong;
a walking dish;
the Queen in a sarong.

Angels are sprites
but manly sprites with muscle.
In tasteful tights
they shun Man's hustle-bustle.
But are there nights
when even angels tussle?

ftlaudft

06-10-2014, 12:53 PM

sex and consequences...

I suck his penis. Through the power of Venus
all of the earth turns into fields of green
with springtime leaves as far as can be seen...

I suck his hole. Luminous oceans roll
with thunder, lightning up to Heaven's floor
'til ecstasy itself can stand no more...

I suck his feet. My joy is now complete.
Heaven explodes and drops in fragrant showers
barefooted angel dreams amid the flowers...

Footlover28

06-10-2014, 01:15 PM

Just wanna say that I'm really thankful for your regular lyrics. Sometimes, the internet is even for truly good things!

ftlaudft

06-10-2014, 05:32 PM

Footlover28, you are one of the truly good things on this site and we all thank you for being such a great morale booster. Thanks for your kind words and good heart. Many of us hesitate to share our feelings and deeper thoughts. When we post we become vulnerable and it takes courage to go ahead anyway. So often I see something I really like in the pics department and wonder if I should post a reaction. Often I do not simply because I'm afraid I might say it wrong and sound stupid.

But even when people don't post a reply, I appreciate the fact that someone took the time to come to the site and read a poem or two. That's a pat on the back too.

In a sense many of us are rebels here and one of my own favorite poems that I think describes me best is the following very short one. I'll quote it here so you don't have to look it up.

the defiant one: a rebel's song

I'm a toe-suckin' dude.
I eat toe-jam for food.
Put your feet in my face. I love it!
I go north, I go south,
with bare feet in my mouth.
Yes, feet in my mouth! What of it?

An army irregular ? Perhaps. But I'm still marchin' in the parade!

ftlaudft

06-17-2014, 07:07 AM

looking back...

So many lovers come and gone!
Where is the one and only?
All of the loving from dusk to dawn!
Why are we still so lonely?

Maybe we did find true love's heart
in hearts that we touched and knew.
Maybe true love played some small part
in what I once felt for you...

ftlaudft

06-17-2014, 07:58 AM

a love cycle

I loved you in the morning.
I loved you in the noon.
We did our share of porning.
You were a real typhoon.

But in the hour of twilight
with mist and fog and drizzle
our love was not the highlight
and sex began to fizzle.

A leaf grows green, then perishes.
Love too is born with spunk,
blooms, flourishes and nourishes,
and then just goes gaplunk!

ftlaudft

06-17-2014, 10:40 AM

options; alternatives

I never marched down stately aisles
in search of matrimony.
Some say that this alone is bliss.
I think that that's baloney.

I tiptoed into bedrooms
of naked virile men.
We shot our wads. I thanked the gods
and tiptoed out again.

ftlaudft

06-24-2014, 01:20 PM

feet and folly...

Rub my face gently with your smooth bare soles
and warm my dreams - my dreams, my bones, my heart!
Pedal my penis 'til the passion rolls
and feet transform massage into an art.

Toes do a tango up and down my back.
Toes, little gypsies, pleasure us and pain us.
One big bad boy sneaks deep into my crack,
pokes in and out, deflowering my anus.

Then comes the barefoot bellyrub. I lie
in naked ecstasy beneath your feet,
which slide and glide like pleasure boats. And I,
imperfect man, in joy am made complete.

Let feet and folly as described above
fine-tune our passions into acts of love!

ftlaudft

06-25-2014, 03:04 PM

My love, you are so suckable
from crotch to little toe!
Like roses that are pluckable,
your pics go where I go.

My heart collects pics of your pecs.
I shoot in all directions.
With cam'ra clicks of feet and dicks
I get my best erections

ftlaudft

06-25-2014, 03:31 PM

quickies: rhyme practice with what, why, where, when and how

You wonder what
flew up your butt.
I'd sleep but keep
the window shut.

I wonder why
an unzipped fly
brings tears to queers
and makes us cry..

I find out where
men's feet are bare;
then when they flop
I stop and stare.

They ask me when
I first liked men
I blew a few
when I was ten.

He asks me how
to milk a cow.
I flick his dick
and milk it now.

ftlaudft

06-27-2014, 07:15 AM

blowjob

See me between your legs. My sucking lips
slide down your shaft, moisten your mushroom head.
Naked I serve you, kneeling on the bed.
Watch my adoring mouth, a mouth that grips
gently your testicles
with lips and fingertips.

See how my tongue laps up the bitter rain
your penis pours into a thirsty hole.
Drunk with the starlight dripping from your soul
I dream with angels dreams once thought insane
and human love reclaims
a crown on heaven's plain.

ftlaudft

06-28-2014, 12:34 PM

what they say...

They say my poems, though lyrical,
lack scholarly reflection.
But who needs truth empirical
when hit with an erection?

ftlaudft

07-01-2014, 04:53 PM

to a beautiful stranger...

I love you because you know me, though we never spoke and you never said my name.

I love you because you took off your shoes and sox and danced barefoot on the rooftop of my soul.

I love you because your bare feet have moved me one orgasm closer to something called happiness...

ftlaudft

07-02-2014, 12:37 PM

safety alert

Whenever eye contact
results in fly contact,
consider the risks if you dally.
Some guys will impale ya
on huge genitalia,
then dump your dead ass in an alley!

ftlaudft

07-04-2014, 01:11 PM

safety alert number two

I was cruising around for a pickup
when I spotted a guy with his dick up.
We had oodles of fun,
then he pulled out a gun
and took all of my cash in a stickup!

ftlaudft

07-04-2014, 02:13 PM

a thought for the holiday

They tried to tell us we're too hung;
oh, much too hung to be too young.
We may be old or young, or short or tall.
Love's size is Extra Big. One size fits all!

ftlaudft

07-15-2014, 01:59 PM

How I reformed a barefooted burglar...

A burglar broke into my place
with full intent to burgle.
He placed his foot upon my face.
I woke up wth a gurgle.

He was intensely barefoot.
I was intensely frightened.
Bare foot became a scare foot
when pressure points were tightened.

And that was when I got a whiff,
a whiff of feet divine,
that smell replete with joy of feet
that changed this life of mine.

He saw I was in ecstasy
and moved his foot more gently.
In turn I sucked and cooed and clucked
and shrimped his toes intently.

The night was long and passionate,
stretching into the morn.
Nude on the bed I gave him head.
I think he was reborn.

In leaving, he apologized
for causing any sorrow.
I kissed his toe and let him go.
He's coming back tomorrow!

ftlaudft

07-17-2014, 12:35 PM

a pas de deux to heaven...

Give me your shoes. I'll put them in a pray'r.
Give me your socks. I'll wrap them round my hearrt.
Give me your naked feet. My soul is where
they will invent new barefoot forms of art,
dancing their part,
a pas de deux to heaven, stair by stair.

ftlaudft

07-17-2014, 02:45 PM

reluctant virgin: footplay with straight buddy

His foot, reluctant virgin, just said no,
in spite of all my pleas, my threats, my tears.
One night when we had had too many beers
I sucked the innocence from every toe.
If I'm a ho,
at least I made his toes ten happy queers!

ftlaudft

07-18-2014, 01:28 PM

confession

It wasn't the liquor that juiced me.
I still could have stopped when he goosed me.
What drove me beserk
is a personal quirk.
It's the smell of his feet that seduced me!

a quickie

It's not his gun held to my head
that makes me jump and jiggle.
Toes to my nose he throws instead.
He's got me when they wiggle!

ftlaudft

07-19-2014, 12:25 PM

yours, the bare feet...

They call me damaged goods. It's true.
I've been around the block.
And yes, I've sucked a cock or two
and pleasured many a jock.

I climbed the very heights of love
and played without a care
'til after many nights of love
I was abandoned there.

For broken hearts, where is the cure?
What could mere doctors do?
No one could help, of this I'm sure,
no one could hellp but you.

Yours, the bare feet that danced upon
the rooftop of my soul!
Yours, the bare feet I glanced upon
and once again am whole!

True love has pow'rs of healing
that heaven raises high,
for heaven has no ceiling
and helps our passions fly!

ftlaudft

07-22-2014, 08:49 AM

What? This isn't a gay bar? How did we wind up in Sunday School?

when lovers kiss...

We understand that God is Perfect Light.
We are reflections of that Light Divine.
Who loves is part of God and has the right
to fly with angels, to partake of wine,
to tell our friend the sun
that God Himself and all of us are One.

We live. We die. And then we leave behind
a song or two, some kisses in the night.
But in those songs Love from the Perfect Mind
continues. Though our lips be hid from sight,
love and be sure of this:
our lips will breathe through theirs when lovers kiss.

ftlaudft

07-22-2014, 01:14 PM

wedding

I went to your wedding
to air out the bedding
with His & His tow'ls as a gift.
The groom kissed the groom
and applause filled the room,
though the minister looked a bit miffed.

The reception began
with a dance man-to-man
as the grooms did a spirited tango.
With a little champagne
he was feeling no pain
and the minister danced a fandango.

For their honeymoon bliss
we can say only this:
they toured the high seas on a ship.
Just where did they go?
We may well never know.
They never came back from the trip!

There are rumors afloat
that the pair bought a boat
for excursions to lands that are sunny.
They can kick off their shoes
on a barefooted cruise
while they soak up the sun and the money.

ftlaudft

07-30-2014, 01:11 PM

Two of my personal favorites of my own poems are the recent ones "feet and folly" and "blowjob." No one has objected to their being explicit but a few friends have asked an interesting question: "What the hell are you talking about?" That's fair and I'd like to show what I was trying to put into these poems. The first one is about a guy (let's call him Lucky) getting a massage by someone using his feet. Here it is again.

feet and folly...

Rub my face gently with your smooth bare soles
and warm my dreams - my dreams my bones, my heart.
Pedal my penis 'til the passion rolls
and feet transform massage into an art.

Toes do a tango up and down my back.
Toes, little gypsies, pleasure us and pain us.
One big bad boy sneaks deep into my crack,
pokes in and out, deflowering my anus.

Then comes the barefoot bellyrub. I lie
in naked ecstasy beneath your feet,
which slide and glide like pleasure boats. And I,
imperfect man, in joy am made complete.

Let feet and folly as described above
fine-tune our passions into acts of love.

The poem is a sonnet, with three verses of four lines and a final couplet of two lines. The theme is a massage, a guy being massaged by someone's bare feet. The poem talks about the physical actions involved and suggests the emotional and psychological aspects of the activity..

In the first verse the feet rub Lucky's face in the first two lines and then massage his penis in lines 3 and 4. The foot on penis technique referred to is a technique used for its own pleasure and may also be used to take a partner to climax. For those who are unfamiliar with this and insist on scholarly research, go to some of the Bryce Corbin clips that ToeGasms offers and watch Bryce use his fantastic feet to get a buddy off. They may get you off too, with a little luck!

The 2nd verse talks about toes doing a tango on someone's back. Lucky is face down here and having his shoulders and back and buttocks rubbed over by the bare feet. A big toe sneaks into Lucky's crack and gives him a toe fuck. The anus has many nerves surrounding the opening and is highly sensitive. A good illustration of this is given by Wesley, again at ToeGasms, in a clip in which he takes a toe poke like a real man. Wesley is very handsome, has pretty feet and a really lovely asshole. I mean, if you like that sort of thing.

In the 3rd verse, Lucky is on his back getting a bellyrub, which will involve chest and nipples as well. The 3rd and 4th lines of this verse lead us into the idea of all this relationship being lifted up into something greater than a simple physical act. The mechanics of the massage are joyful and pleasurable. But they mean more than fun and pleasure. Lucky has been an imperfect or unfinished man. After the massage, he is perfected, completed in his sensual joy, which is a joy that has gone from carnal to spiritual, from merely physical to something sublime.

The final couplet expresses the hope that the relationship will continue for Lucky and for all of us to evolve into a higher and more meaningul state. The feet and folly are tools that may fine-tune our lives. If we let them!

The 2nd poem has the title "blowjob." If you are under 40 and a virgin, you probably shouldn't read it.

blowjob...

See me between your legs. My sucking lips
slide down your shaft, moisten your mushroom head.
Naked I serve you, kneeling on the bed.
Watch my adoring mouth, a mouth that grips
gently your testicles
with lips and fingertips.

See how my tongue laps up the bitter rain
your penis pours into a thirsty hole.
Drunk with the starlight drippiing from your soul
I dream with angels dreams once thought insane,
and human love reclaims
a crown on heaven's plain.

The phsysical and mechanical aspects of fellatio are described in the first part of the poem. I have to make my own personal comment that for me the mushroom head of the penis is one of the most beautiful creations on this planet. We sing about roses and tulips and nasturiums. Why not sing about what is really, I mean really, a magnificent creation!

Note that in reading the poem the word fingertips should be stressed on the tips syllable to get the rhyme and rhythm.

What is the bitter rain in the second part of the poem? I intend it to suggest both pre-cum and the ejaculated sperm itself, which sometimes has a bitter taste. This is contrasted with the dripping starlight that comes a line later. The cum shot out of the penis is physical. The starlight suggests the invisible qualities, the intangible emotions, the psychic aspects of the orgasm. If you've been there, you know what I mean.

Attitudes and laws have often dealtt with oral sex in very cruel and unjust ways. The final lines of the poem epxress a new vision of oral sex as a rightful and joyful positive component of the human activity we call love.

ftlaudft

08-01-2014, 01:26 PM

safety alert no. 3...

I caught my lips on his zipper.
I just couldn't pull them away.
His pecker was quite a big dripper.
The dripper got ready to spray.

I learned when he shot like a geyser
that love can be gooey and icky.
Discretion should make us all wiser.
Think twice before having a quickie.

ftlaudft

08-02-2014, 12:09 PM

diction: our language and sex habits evolve...(Thank you, FootBuddies!)

When love becomes boring
and nobody's scoring,
here's a tip from The Lost Book of Venus.
Since sex is a mixture
of folly and fixture,
try rubbing your foot on a penis.

You keep one foot firm
so the good stuff won't squirm.
The other foot rubs for the friction.
Toes and sole slide and glide
on the shaft's underside -
and that's the new meaning of diction!

ftlaudft

08-04-2014, 06:59 AM

I made a wish...

I made a wish. I had a secret dream:
to lick your feet at midnight. It came true
when half asleep you first removed a shoe
and then a sock. Under a moon's pale beam
I sucked the plumpness of a warm big toe
and found a joy not even angels know.

Off came the other shoe, the other sock.
Both feet now bare, your elemental scent
was mine forever! The brief time we spent
your scent immortalized. No human clock
can touch the magic, the enchanted pow'r
love gave me in that barefoot midnight hour.

ftlaudft

08-06-2014, 10:32 AM

Someone asked me recently why I write poems about something as dirty as feet. I replied that if he thinks his feet are dirty, he should wash them.

One thing I have learned about nature is that nature offers many solid plans, structures, outlines and basic forms. But along with these basic forms, nature almost always offers variations. Nature loves variety.

In the male plus female basic plan, gay people are the variants. In the gay community, people who enjoy feet are a variant. Nowhere is it written that vanilla is the only flavor permitted in the clubhouse.

There is nothing dirty about something that helps so many of us plug more deeply into humanity with love, joy and passion. This wonderful thing called foot fetish is something I not only want to talk about. I want to write about it, to sing about it. I want to celebrate!

Footlover28

08-06-2014, 02:49 PM

...I want to celebrate!

Agreed! Agreed!! Agreed!!!:)

ftlaudft

08-08-2014, 01:37 PM

when entering my heart...

Take off your shoes when entering my heart.
Dance in the temple of my love 'til dawn.
Only one thing I ask: if you depart,
leave me your scent to cherish when you're gone.

I never knew that love could be so fine,
so beautiful, so barefoot, so complete.
Longing itself fulfills each dream of mine
as I bow down to worship at your feet.

ftlaudft

08-09-2014, 07:26 AM

life gave me...

Life gave me many a treasure
of gems and works of art.
One only gives true pleasure -
your footprint in my heart.

Our moments 'neath the sun and moon
are carefully compiled.
My greatest was the afternoon
you looked at me and smiled.

We laughed, we loved, and everything
had meaning clear and deep.
Sometimes I hear an angel wing
pass over as we sleep.

ftlaudft

08-12-2014, 01:02 PM

mischievous angels: my homo heart cries out...

Mischievous angels love to play their pranks
on unsuspecting dudes like you and me.
They know we're passionate about our wanks
but still need lessons in humanity.

When angels giggle, you can rest assured
an unexpected blessing comes your way.
No mocking tone from them is ever heard.
Their laugh is gentle as a summer day.

The lists of gifts that fuel and fire our hearts
they modify. They add and they delete
special attractions for the body parts.
Some get the pits and tits. We got the feet!

Sweet love of feet! Oh, praise the pow'rs above
that lit our lives and made us shine again!
May all of us find feet that bring us love!
My homo heart cries out, "Amen! Amen!"

ftlaudft

08-18-2014, 07:15 AM

if...

If I could change my form at will,
depending on my mood,
as bird perched at your windowsill
I'd watch you sleeping nude.

Your pits and tits I'd munch and suck
disguised as fawn or doe.
As rabbit with a little luck
I'd suck a little toe.

On random parts I'd sip and sup,
discreet my ev'ry slurp.
You well might hear when waking up
the echo of a burp.

ftlaudft

08-18-2014, 02:50 PM

summer date...

He took me out to dinner.
He drove me to the park.
For looks he was a winner,
but still there was no spark.

He took his shoes and sox off.
That's when the fun began.
That's when we got our rocks off.
I love a barefoot man!

ftlaudft

08-19-2014, 05:48 AM

yesterday's love remembered...

Sweetheart, the day you dumped me
I cried all day, all night.
Your meanness really stumped me.
It simply wasn't right.

Months laterr came the awful news:
your sportsy car had crashed.
Although they found your Gucci shoes,
the rest of you was trashed.

Someday I'll knock at heaven's gate.
My flesh is mortal, too.
However long I have to wait,
there's something I must do.

Justice prevails in that high place.
So let it come to pass.
Once I have seen you face to face,
I'll kick you in the ass!

ftlaudft

08-22-2014, 09:02 AM

in midnight mood...

In midnight mood we both are nude.
The barefoot hour grows late.
Pungent and sweet, I smell your feet
and watch you masturbate.

My lips enclose your warm bare toes.
I suck dreams into being.
Your penis pow'r, a robust show'r,
sends inhibitions fleeing.

I rest my face against your soles.
The magic is complete.
Your penis dreams of hands and holes.
I slumber at your feet.

ftlaudft

08-24-2014, 06:51 AM

dazzle my eyes...

Dazzle my eyes in cap and gown deluxe.
I promise you a kiss.
Take me to balls wearing your finest tux.
I promise midnight bliss.
Come to me naked, love alone our goal.
A magic spell is cast.
Walk barefoot in the garden of my soul.
I'm wholly yours at last!

ftlaudft

08-26-2014, 01:30 PM

from the footsy frat...

Love comes in many sizes:
big, medium, short and tall.
The wise man recognizes
one size won't fit us all.

There's penis length and anus strength,
which may or may not matter.
Some loves need booze. Some won't wear shoes.
We kinda like the latter.

Here at the dorm feet keep us warm
with friendly footsy smells.
Though folks inform it's not the norm,
it's feet that ring our bells.

Love at the frat is this or that,
with feet the constant plus.
One thought we send: Go shrimp a friend.
Your secret's safe with us!

ftlaudft

08-27-2014, 12:40 PM

massage, prostate milking & 69...

He does a barefoot moonwalk on my back;
dips deep into my crack.
His toes dance - oh, so lightly - on my lips.
Into my mouth a careless digit slips.

He slides two fingers in a sleepy hole.
Like bowling balls they roll,
rumbling against erect, exploding pins.
Love is the game where everybody wins.

My prostate screams in voiceless pain divine.
We arch a 69.
Our mouths, our cocks unite to shoot as one.
We tumble naked in the morning sun.

ftlaudft

08-29-2014, 01:37 PM

safety alert no. 4: discretion

If you blow more than bubbles,
avoid legal troubles.
Discreet love has ample protection.
Don't put on a gay show
with public fellatio.
You don't need to flaunt your erection.

ftlaudft

09-01-2014, 12:26 PM

safety alert no. 5: toenails

Now is the hour of magic.
Soft music. Lights are dimmed.
Don't let the mood turn tragic
with toenails left untrimmed.

A nasty nail can beach a whale.
Don't let it burst your bubble.
What is so sweet as joy of feet?
Clip and the joy is double.

ftlaudft

09-03-2014, 02:52 PM

footwear options...

Boots are nice
for snow and ice;
sandals perhaps
for desert chaps;
at home with booze,
sox without shoes;
at play and rest
barefoot is best.

ftlaudft

09-05-2014, 11:21 AM

orgasm

I kiss his feet;
breathe in his body heat.
I lick his hole;
put laughter in his soul.
I suck his cock;
the earth begins to rock.
Flashes of light
explode into the night.
I hear it then:
an angel sings "Amen!"
Where lightning fell
I know all will be well.

ftlaudft

09-07-2014, 11:55 AM

my loves

My first love was a charmer, bright and droll.
On ev'ry topic he had much to say.
Alas, there was no moonlight in his soul.
I loved him for a day.

The second wrestled naked in the mud.
His sexual prowess brought us great delight.
Alas, no poetry flowed in his blood.
I loved him for a night.

The third was Moneybags. His firm made rockets.
His wealth he turned to pow'r, as rich men do.
Alas, no sunshine lined his velvet pockets.
A week and we were thru.

You brought me music, poetry and art.
Magic of love transformed each common thing.
You wandered barefoot thru my tuneless heart
and taught it how to sing.

Footlover28

09-08-2014, 12:25 PM

I just wanted to say to make you sure I read all of your wonderful poems and lyrics which still brightens my day especially in the home time!

ftlaudft

09-08-2014, 02:55 PM

Thank you Footlover 28! It's people like you that make it all worthwhile.

ftlaudft

09-10-2014, 12:46 PM

from my personal garbage dump

I loved his eyes. I loved his thighs.
His face was fair and young.
I loved his lips, his manly hips.
The stud was really hung.
His peter was a cheater.
He'd stick it anywhere.
I had to dump his faithless rump.
Can't say I really care!

ftlaudft

09-11-2014, 05:43 AM

safety alert no. 6: a fling with a felon

I met him at the market squeezing melons
and took him home. We started having fun.
When TV news warned of escaping felons,
my ass was sitting on his smoking gun.

The TV showed his face in all its glory.
He jumped, ran off with neither shirt nor shoes.
There is a moral to this sordid story.
When having sex, don't watch the TV news!

ftlaudft

09-11-2014, 01:32 PM

feet with privileges...

I pass the window of a car.
Bare feet are sticking out.
I take a peep. Some guy's asleep.
Just passing thru, no doubt.

I can't resist. I take a whiff.
And then - oh, don't remind me!
What happens next leaves me perplexed.
There's someone right behind me!

"I saw you sniff that fella's feet.
I think you sniffed 'em fine!
Take off your clothes, I'll sniff YOUR toes.
Come on! Your place or mine?"

That afternoon I make a friend,
the best I've ever had.
Feet give us wood. He's bad;I'm good.
And when he's good, I'm bad!

ftlaudft

09-16-2014, 07:51 AM

what would I give?

What would I give to kiss your lips?
I'd give a cask of wine.
I'd travel far on leaky ships.
I'd paddle up ther Rhine.

What would I give to kiss your hands?
I'd find great things on ebay.
I'd march across the desert sands.
I'd swim the Mar Caribe.

If I could serve you in the show'r
as naked slaves serve kings,
I'd kneel before your manly pow'r
and scrub your manly things.

My lips might linger for a spell
in places we won't mention.
It might then happen - who can tell?
I'd give your feet attention.

What would I give to kiss those feet,
to hold them to my face?
My life can never be complete
until they find their place.

What would I give? What must I give?
My very heart and soul.
Passion is proof we are, we live.
It's love that makes us whole.

ftlaudft

09-19-2014, 01:50 PM

The above poem "what would I give?" had a development that surprised me. I started out trying to write a lighthearted funny poem with new rhymes I was discovering. When I hit on ebay rhyming with mar caribe I was actually giggling out loud. The whole structure was supposed be three items to kiss, lips, hands, feet, and that was it.

Then I decided to interpolate something before dealing with the feet verse. That's when I added the following two verses.

If I could serve you in the show'r
as naked slaves serve kings,
I'd kneel before your manly pow'r
and scrub your manly things.

My lips would linger for a spell
in places we won't mention.
It then may happen - who can tell? -
I'd give your feet attention.

It's while giving attention to feet in the next to the last verse that I wrote the following two lines.

My life can never be complete
until they find their place.

I was dead serious about that.All of a sudden I'm not being just a light hearted romantic. I'm talking about the basic sexuality that is a part of our human being. I'm talking about our specific attraction to feet, which for us here is a basic element of our sexuality. And I am thinking about accepting it and integrating it into our lives so we can be complete human beings.

Have I been able to accept my sexuality, my fancy for feet, and have I been able to integrate it into my life? I think so. Thanks to you, whoever you are readig this now, and to this site, and to the other members of this site and other sites like this.

I honestly don't think I could have become a complete human being with an integrated sexuality if it hadn't been for the therapeutic help of a site like FootBuddies and the members here, like FootLover 28, Snowfanatic, FootMonster, Head2Foot and all the others who spread sunshine and photos and good will in so many ways throughout this community.

I may not even know what many of you look like. But I know who you are in your essential being, in one important aspect of it that you have shared here. What I have learned is that we are important to each other. We are valuable to each other. If you were all here, I'd suggest we have a parade. But you're not, so I'll just put on a hot merengue and dance around my living room! Thank you, people!!!

ftlaudft

09-24-2014, 12:40 PM

I had a lover...

I had a lover many years ago.
O, how we laughed and loved, as lovers should!
Through springtime fields of green, through winter snow
we laughed and loved, and everything was good.

The years have passed and many friends have gone.
Laughter has stopped and tears but rarely flow.
One thought stays with me in the breaking dawn:
I had a lover many years ago.

This poem may seem like a rather grim addition to a series of poems that try to celebrate the joy of loving. But in conversations with many friends, young and old, I find that when people go through rough times, they all find strength and meaning in the loves they experienced in their early years. It's love that counts when everything else falls apart.

ftlaudft

09-26-2014, 12:54 PM

dream sequence...

He sneaks into the bathroom.
I'm naked in the tub.
I soon will find he's got in mind
more than a rub-a-dub.

In warm, inviting bathtubs
morals have often slipped.
Shoes hit the ground. Then comes the sound
of things that get unzipped.

In less than fifteen minutes
my innocence is taken.
Buy me some more at Dreamer Store.
And don't forget the bacon!

ftlaudft

09-29-2014, 08:38 AM

your feet ascended...

Your feet ascended stair by stair
and vanished from my sight.
I know somewhere those feet are bare
and naked to the night.

My hopes, my longing leave the ground,
slide down the moon's pale beam,
to fondle, suck, without a sound
in love's most private dream.

ftlaudft

09-30-2014, 06:55 AM

footstink and roses...

Footstink and roses fill my heart.
Their fragrance sends my brain
those aches repressed desires impart
like tickled tits in pain.

Rosebuds remembered even now
show what true love can be.
Your barefoot scent reminds me how
submission set me free.

ftlaudft

10-01-2014, 06:36 AM

you mocked me...

You mocked me. You lampooned me
like some stray, homeless kitten.
But then one day you mooned me
That day my heart was smitten.

I kissed your gorgeous fanny.
I licked your sexy toes.
What else I kissed and what I missed
I really can't disclose.

I sucked from top to bottom.
No need to itemize.
Your feet are still my greatest thrill.
I guess that's no surprise!

ftlaudft

10-02-2014, 12:44 PM

Can a guy really be naked if he keeps his shoes and sox on? Inquiring minds want to know.

Hear this, my Gucci friend. I did a study.
You think although you're shoed that you are nude.
If you're not barefoot, you're not naked, buddy.
Off with those shoes and sox,, you sexy dude!

ftlaudft

10-02-2014, 12:50 PM

morning and mist...

Morning and mist in shadow games compete
to see who's blessed.
Homesick for paradise, I hold your feet
close to my breast.

Heaven rolls down its stairs of golden fire.
You float along
in barefoot splendor, clothing my desire
with threads of song.

ftlaudft

10-03-2014, 07:09 AM

moonlight and masturbation...

Moonlight and masturbation. Fingers fly
and life is sweet.
Your hand pounds out a rhapsody, and I
embrace your feet.

My tongue hides kisses in the secret caves
beneath your toes.
At last a spray of cum. With lapping waves
your penis flows...

ftlaudft

10-03-2014, 09:30 AM

to all my lovers...

I tell this truth with kind regards,
a truth I cannot muffle:
if life were just a pack of cards,
I think that I'd reshuffle.

ftlaudft

10-04-2014, 06:48 AM

I've had affairs...

I've had affairs
on folding chairs,
in bathtubs, on the couch,
at skating rinks,
in kitchen sinks
and never once said "Ouch!"

The secret to
a happy you
is this: an upbeat mind.
Face what life brings.
Keep the good things.
Leave the bad things behind.

ftlaudft

10-07-2014, 06:11 AM

I just deleted the three last poems on this page. When I wrote them, I thought they were really funny. But when I reread them they just seemed crude and vulgar.

I think that sex and our love for feet is the height of beauty and I try to celebrate that. Laughing at ourselves is good for us also, but what seems hysterical one day can look downright stupid in the morning. So I surprise and disappoint myself sometimes by not being able to be as celebratory or as witty as I wish I could be. Sorry!

ftlaudft

10-09-2014, 09:06 AM

the names of Love...

The names of Love are many. Poets claim
the point at which Love enters souls is where
names are revealed. I asked if Love would share
His name with me. He answered without shame:
"For you My feet are bare
----and Barefoot is My name."

ftlaudft

10-11-2014, 08:53 AM

the porn option...

When passion pumps ache for a tune-up,
then it's time for an evening of porn.
Watch celebrity cocks as you sniff on old sox.
You'll be shooting with stars until morn!

ftlaudft

10-11-2014, 01:11 PM

be kind...

If God is Love, it must be true
that God includes both me and you.
We must be kind, if we are brothers,
kind to ourselves, and kind to others.

Swimming in beauty, floating on truth,
as leaves turn towards the sun,
beyond all time our spirits climb
to merge into The One.

You don't understand the poem I just wrote? Well, I don't either. Not intellectually, at least. But I do experience the truth that inspired it. There are many things our minds are too limited to grasp, but we can still feel and experience the truth of those things in different ways.

Then too, as that wise old hermit Fargo the Flatulent once observed, "What's the point of being a mystic if all you're going to do is just sit around and make sense all day?"

ftlaudft

10-12-2014, 08:19 AM

I may not be an alpha male...

I may not be an alpha male,
but I've got junk that pleases,
plus blowjob skills that cannot fail
so long as no one sneezes.

ftlaudft

10-16-2014, 09:50 AM

the Good Humor Man..

The Good Humor Man
has a spot in his van
where his favorite customers play.
So I worked out a deal -
shoes, sox and a feel,
and that's why he's barefoot today.

ftlaudft

10-17-2014, 12:16 PM

the last frontier...

A friendly bulge in see-thru underwear
highlights his manly charms. His feet are bare.
"How may I pleasure you?" he asks, and I
let out a cry, "Oh, just say when and where!"

He shows me when and where. Let me recall
the ecstasy, the wonder of it all;
penis that makes my joy almost complete;
passion for feet, the last frontier to fall...

ftlaudft

10-21-2014, 08:38 AM

love paid a visit...

Love paid a visit on a summer day
with wine and song.
Love paid a visit, though he could not stay
for very long.

Perhaps he will return. My dream is this:
to feel the heat,
the smell, the scent, the shape, to hold and kiss
his manly feet...

ftlaudft

10-25-2014, 08:47 AM

nights of carnal whackage...

I suck his toes in nights of carnal whackage.
Sometimes he throws his penis in the package.
I sniff his balls, explore his peroneum,
the furry showpiece of his crotch museum.
Sweet are the fruity nights of feet and folly!
Who misses love has really missed the trolley!

ftlaudft

10-27-2014, 01:10 PM

stances...

You stand with men who claim one love. But I'm
not one of those.
I've nurtured many loves, one at a time.
It's what I chose.

Though you stand up in awe before the crown
of wedded bliss,
even the Queen of England must sit down
to take a piss.

So stand or sit! One love, two loves, or many -
when all is said
and done, what diff'rence does it make, if any?
Come, love, to bed.

ftlaudft

10-29-2014, 06:24 PM

yesterday...

I loved a young proctologist.
He always stood behind me.
The games we'd play were kinda gay.
He'd probe and say, "Don't mind me."

In olden times, our games were crimes.
Gay sex was deemed unlawful.
We met in bars, had sex in cars,
and life was pretty awful.

But I was young, and he was hung.
And though the law wa crappy,
what did I care? My ass was bare
and he could make it happy.

Sometimes, you know, he'd use a toe.
I didn't think he could.
He plugged my hole, and, bless my soul,
we both felt pretty good!

But who can say that yesterday
is cause for celebration?
We missed a lot. What fun we got
was mostly masturbation.

Now thanks to you, FootBuddies true,
for pix and posts and labor!
Freedom is here. We're gay, not queer.
I think I'll shrimp a neighbor!

ftlaudft

10-31-2014, 11:33 AM

for All Saints...

Gay saints from all the ages
who shared our gift for feet,
hermits and monks and sages,
with candor we entreat.

Send us a smile from where you are
in God's eternal day.
Your smiles will shine, each one a star,
to light us on our way...

ftlaudft

11-02-2014, 06:27 AM

butterfly...

I stumbled on a gutter guy
who thought he was a butterfly.
I said, "But. Sir, you have no wings!"
He said, "But I have other things."
And then he made a spectacle
by popping out a testicle.
When I reached out to help him play,
he flapped his arms and flew away..

ftlaudft

11-02-2014, 02:12 PM

safety alerts...

Jack, be nimble.
Jack, be quick.
He says it's a thimble.
It's really his dick!

Little Miss Muffet
sat on a tuffet
eating her curds and whey.
She thought they were curds
They were really dog turds.
Look twice at the stuff on your tray!

ftlaudft

11-03-2014, 05:45 AM

variation on a nursery rhyme...

Young Jon is an actor
who lives in a shoe.
When space is a factor,
you have to make do.

Jon's scent is exquisite.
His boyfriends all ask:
"That perfume - what is it?
How much for a flask?"

Jon's scent is mysterious.
The hormones it knocks on
make lovers delirious.
They can't keep their sox on!

Of buddies the best
is a barefoot dude Pete.
As you probably guessed,
they are both into feet.

When drinking together,
they lie nose to toes.
On nights of warm weather
they take off their clothes.

They love to massage
each other's bare feet.
Foot smell of fromage
leaves hands bittersweet.

They suck their own fingers,
extracting the taste.
The cheese smell that lingers
does not go to waste.

Can't prove, nor can you,
any more than we've said.
But we know what guys do
when they're naked in bed.

ftlaudft

11-05-2014, 08:09 AM

a quickie...

Penis and passion
are always in fashion.
Bare feet on erection
bring sex to perfection.

ftlaudft

11-07-2014, 07:09 AM

footlove initiation...

Love has its hits and misses.
Look at my lover Pete.
He promised love and kisses,
and all I got was feet!

Like many Doubting Thomases,
at first I was suspicious.
Pete swore with solemn promises
that feet could be delicious.

And he was right. One summer night
his big bare feet seduced me.
I jumped with fright, then with delight,
like the first time he goosed me!

ftlaudft

11-08-2014, 07:20 AM

the one who got away...

In spite of love's achievements,
I'm sad as death today.
The chief of my bereavements?
The one who got away!

They say that Venus has a shop
where you can buy a dream.
Both straights and homos make a stop.
She sells to either team.

There at the shop of Venus
perhaps they'll have in stock
pix of his longed for penis,
and maybe one old sock.

I'll buy a virtual blowjob,
de-emphasizing virtue.
The sock and pic should do the trick.
Dreams squirt but will not hurt you!

ftlaudft

11-09-2014, 09:35 AM

The poem "the one who got away"' tells about a missed opportunity. Who doesn't have in his book of memories a missed opportunity, an event that might have led to a happy adventure if we had taken advantage of it? In this case, I was remembering a very handsome young man who hit on me, but I was too inexperienced and innocent to realize what was being offered.

The dream that is for sale in the shop of Venus is of course a reference to masturbatiion fantasy. Our memories can be turned into something useful in this kind of fantasy and the orgasm that results may be a positive and productive way of enjoying our memories, even those or especially those of a missed opportunity.

ftlaudft

11-10-2014, 01:49 PM

locker room rhapsody:
the outing of the towel guy...

They wanted him to shrimp 'em.
He said he wouldn't do it.
But he was sweet for men's bare feet
and everybody knew it.

He said no in the morning
and no again at noon.
But when the jocks took off their socks,
he sang a diff'rent tune.

He knelt to give the teammates' feet
a tongue and tonsil trip.
He sucked their toes. How long? Who knows!
Their dicks began to drip.

The dude felt pain when outed,
but pain turned into bliss.
He gets a treat of daily feet
and doesn't give a piss!

ftlaudft

11-11-2014, 12:48 PM

summer days...

I love the days when straights and gays
go barefoot in the dew.
I love the heat of big bare feet,
and so do some of you.

What's best of all? Beach volleyball,
the summer foot parade!
It's feet and fun, hot guys and sun!
I join them in the shade.

ftlaudft

11-11-2014, 12:53 PM

sock thief (you know who you are!)

He steals the sox
of handsome jocks
right from the laundry hamper.
After a whack,
he puts them back,
perhaps a little damper!

ftlaudft

11-14-2014, 06:14 AM

boyfriend...

He's not the smartest cookie on the block.
In style he can't compete.
But he's the owner of a lovely cock
and excellent bare feet.

He works all day. I wake and he is gone.
That's what good lovers do.
But in the night 'til the first light of dawn
he makes my dreams come true...

ftlaudft

11-17-2014, 07:08 AM

step on my face...

Step on my face and let your feet
give me a barefoot kiss.
Wiggle your toes. Shove up my nose
their aromatic bliss.

Step on my face. Send one bare foot
tit-hopping on my chest.
Unzip my fly. My thumb and I
will figure outl the rest...

ftlaudft

11-18-2014, 07:39 AM

the deal...

He offered me his pancakes,
a culinary treat;
his boy-cakes and his man-cakes -
they're not the kind you eat.
(But all I really wanted was his feet!)

He went into the garden
and offered me a rose.
His junk began to harden
in places where it shows.
(And all I really wanted was his toes!)

He bargained, begged and pleaded
to soothe his aching cock.
I gave him what he needed.
He closed the deal in shock.
(He can't believe I settled for a sock!)

ftlaudft

11-19-2014, 05:44 AM

rimester-crimester...

It's me, the rimester-crimester.
I kidnap men's bare feet.
Like birds I cage them with my words.
Now isn't that a treat?

Feet in a verbal rhapsody
become forever mine.
They're free as light and in the night
I drink the smell like wine...

ftlaudft

11-19-2014, 07:47 AM

"Feet and Folly"

"Feet and Folly: A Foot Love Celebration"
may cause a splash when sprinkled on the nation.
We are the guys who love to take our sox off
and use each other's feet to get our rocks off.

ftlaudft

11-20-2014, 06:00 AM

When I talk with friends about all my poems in this thread, "Feet and Folly" is the title I've come up with to refer to the whole kit and kaboodle. Actually, apprearing on a site on the Net is much better than appearing in real book form because this site guarantees the poems will go directly to the public for whom they are intended. Thank you, FootBuddies!

ftlaudft

11-22-2014, 08:45 AM

man's best friend...

My ass got a shove to the House of True Love
where I knocked twenty times, maybe more.
I was totally nude, but not one single dude
seemed willing to open the door.

"No one's home!" a voice cried from a parlor inside.
"But I'll die without love!" I called back.
"I'm doing sex solo. It's like finger polo.
Come join me. We'll give it a whack!"

So I joined the good hunk and we fondled our junk.
A passionate bond grew between us.
When a man's really stressed, one friend serves him best..
No, it isn't his dog. It's his penis!

ftlaudft

11-23-2014, 04:41 PM

the music of a half-forgotten rhyme...

The music of a half-fogotten rhyme
brings back the days, the happiest man can know.
I truly loved you once upon a time,
but once upon a time was long ago.

Sweet is the sound of Heaven's bells that toll
a gift of love into the hearts of men.
You danced upon the waters of my soul
and common things became sublime again.

The music of a half-fogotten rhyme
still stirs my heart, though tears no longer flow.
Oh, how I loved you once upon a time,
but once upon a time was long ago!

ftlaudft

11-24-2014, 07:45 AM

slut song...

My butt is a wide-open garden
where big boys are welcome to frolic;
where peckers grow plump as they harden
and rimming is more than symbolic;

where penis can plunge like a trooper,
deposit a dollop of sperm;
bring joy to a passionate pooper
and teach a proud ass how to squirm...

ftlaudft

11-25-2014, 07:10 AM

a slut responds...

The Net may call me a cyber slut.
In Rome they call me a Tiber slut.
But no one should call me trash.
Though many will think it funny,
I never have taken money.
I do it for fun, not cash!

ftlaudft

11-25-2014, 07:51 AM

watching porn together...

Two horny jocks remove their socks
after a night of porning.
You just can't beat the smell of feet
so early in the morning.

Their barefoot play will soon give way
to games of sweet surrender:
perhaps with luck a mutual suck;
perhaps a hot rearender...

ftlaudft

11-25-2014, 01:00 PM

labels...

"My cock is straight.
My feet are gay."
I could debate,
but not today.

Labels in bed
will fade and pass.
I give him head,
finger his ass.

His straightness drops
from north to south.
A penis flops
inside my mouth.

In time we play
the footsie game.
Straight feet and gay
both taste the same.

Where is the mate
who still can say:
"One ball is straight;
the other, gay!"?

ftlaudft

11-26-2014, 09:23 AM

a metaphysical toefuck...

The day he let his foot deflow'r my ass,
he tiptoed through the garden of my soul.
I felt his presence. Then it came to pass:
his barefoot entrance in a virgin hole.

He stormed my secret rooms. As time went by,
mutual footplay gave us both delight.
Thus did I learn to love, and that is why
I suck his toes in gratitude each night...

ftlaudft

11-27-2014, 08:21 AM

to a YouTuber who likes to show his feet...

Hey there, my YouTube buddy!
You beautiful barefoot hunk!
I know tho you like to talk cruddy
you smile when I play with my junk.

Your close-ups that put me in traction
make critics declare we should spank you.
But mine is a diff'rent reaction.
I pull down my zipper to thank you...

ftlaudft

11-27-2014, 11:25 AM

naughty gardener...

He came in the garden not wearing a stitch.
Said his cock was a rose; said he plucked it.
I thought to myself, "You ol' son of a bitch!"
But a cock is a cock, so I sucked it!

ftlaudft

11-27-2014, 11:31 AM

watching master drew advertize his gorgeous toes...

The Master's a handsome cock-teaser.
I keep my gay pride without blotch.
But I think I might shout a "Hail Caesar!"
if he'd run his bare feet thru my crotch.

ftlaudft

11-28-2014, 06:38 AM

Some readers have wondered why I use the adjective metaphysical to describe something as basic and physical as a toefuck. I'll quote the poem "a metaphysical toefuck" so you won't have to look it up.

The day he let his foot deflow'r my ass,
he tiptoed through the garden of my soul.
I felt his presence. Then it came to pass:
His barefoot entrance in a virgin hole.

He stormed my secret rooms. As time went by,
mutual footplay gave us both delight.
Thus did I learn to love, and that is why
I suck his toes in gratitude each night...

We seem to want to say that everything is either this or that. Our human activities are either common or sublime, profane or sacramental, physical or spiritual. But a simple lunch with friends or a sumptuous Thanksgiving dinner with extended family can be both at the same time. A meal has material elements and it has also esthetic and spiritual meaning. The same applies to our sexual activities. Sex between a man and a woman, or two members of the same sex, oral sex or anal sex or some of the varieties, such as the one described in the poem, can be both physical and spiritual at the same time. That is what I mean by metaphysical.

ftlaudft

11-28-2014, 08:20 AM

the city boy and the cowboy...

My ass is not a pussy, Mr. Cowboy,
so treat it with respect and loving care.
I'll prove that I'm no wussy, Mr. Cowboy.
Just tell me when you think you're almost there.

I'll bounce a bit and squeeze my sphincter gently.
You won't believe how good it's gonna feel!
Then you must let me suck your toes intently,
You promised, Mr. Cowboy. That's the deal!

ftlaudft

11-29-2014, 05:48 AM

to a lover sleeping nude...

Beside your balls I place a full-blown rose
to break the sameness of your sea of white.
My lips touch lightly on your sleeping toes.
Their pungent scent perfumes the restless night.

The secrets of your feet are mine to treasure.
Barefoot aromas set the senses twirling.
Penis and rose invite to deeper pleasure.
Penis and passion keep the planet whirling.

If all should end, I know that love alone
will still remain eternally complete.
If all should end, I know I still will own
the mem'ry of one love and two bare feet...

ftlaudft

12-01-2014, 07:12 AM

Suppose you're coming out of the shower and somebody walks in on you. You're not doing anyting bad, but you're naked. Totally naked. How do you feel? How should you feel? Surprised? Yes. A bit awkward? Perhaps. But ashamed? Certainly not. You haven't done anything wrong!

Well, that's how I think I would feel if anyone accidentally walked in on a private moment and found out about my fetish. I might feel surprised, awkward, and very vulnerable. But I shouldn't feel ashamed. I am who I am and in the year 2014 we should feel more transparent and free to be who we are. That's what the following silly little ditty is really about.

the fruit fly and the maggot...

The fruit fly and the maggot
were nude beneath the sky.
"Don't be a fuckin' faggot.
Nude bugs don't have to cry."

The fruit fly answered softly:
"I'll tell you why I weep.
We all are nude, but you're so crude
and such a fuckin' creep!"

ftlaudft

12-02-2014, 07:55 AM

holiday greetings

I'm sending you a homo hug,
the best that I can muster.
We'll raise a glass and chugalug
with kisses in a cluster!

ftlaudft

12-02-2014, 01:00 PM

lover's progress...

I gave my love a manicure.
It warmed his little heart.
His gun got firm and made him squirm.
I thought, "Well, that's a start!"

I gave my love a pedicure.
It started as a game.
We had such fun he shot his gun.
I'll never be the same...

ftlaudft

12-03-2014, 07:54 AM

his Yuletide crotch...

My love proclaims his Yultetide crotch
is ready for display.
The furry balls that deck the halls
seem just a bit too gay.

But what perfects the holidays?
His gift of perfect feet.
Their lovely smells and Jingle Bells
make Yuletide joy complete...

ftlaudft

12-04-2014, 12:17 PM

barefoot beach pickup...

His lips mouth a no,
but his feet beg a yes.
When I shrimp like a pro,
he takes down my address.

The day marks the start
of our barefoot romance.
There's a song in my heart.
There's a bulge in my pants.

When I suck on his toes,
all my foot dreams come true.
Keep on dreaming. Who knows?
It could happen to you!

ftlaudft

12-06-2014, 03:29 PM

beneath his toes...

There is a world beneath his toes
where fact and fancy meet;
where secret smells cast magic spells
and love bows down to feet...

ftlaudft

12-06-2014, 03:45 PM

fellatio revisited...

I kneel before your bulging crotch
where swollen manhood drips.
In moonlit streams of liquid beams
it flows between my lips.

Let wonder fall on one and all
intimately embraced;
the wonder of a holy love
with such a bitter taste...

ftlaudft

12-08-2014, 10:15 AM

fellatio continued...

Spray me a message. Feed my lust.
Hose down my thirsty throat
with penis pow'r, a cumdrop show'r,
chastity's antidote.

Shoot me a lover's load of spunk,
fresh from your testes' halls,
where sperm lines running through your junk
weigh down low-hanging balls.

Junk, feet and face grant you a place
among the best of men
My longing grows for spunk and toes.
Come back, come back again!

ftlaudft

12-09-2014, 06:40 AM

footlove song...

Let's put a face on footlove.
Let's put some feet in the mix..
We found us a place on footlove,
a place for our hearts and our dicks.

Step on my face, little darlin'.
Barefoot my body below ya.
Your feet win the race, little darlin'.
My face is so happy to know ya!

ftlaudft

12-10-2014, 08:49 AM

lascivious toes invade...

Lascivious toes invade my restless crotch.
Pumping my penis, your voluptuous feet
fondle my junk until a telltale splotch
reveals the masturbation is complete.
The footgod shows the world he's up a notch
and ready to compete...

ftlaudft

12-11-2014, 08:35 AM

craziness...

craziness is putting aside the daily chores (lawn work, cleaning, laundry) in order to strip and dance barefoot on the green grass of infinite longing...

sanity is weighing the importance of those daily chores against the deeper value of attending to the urgent sexual needs of the beautiful stranger...

intimacy is lying between the legs of the beautiful stranger and fondling his manly attributes while he runs his bare feet over my naked buttocks...

Footlover28

12-11-2014, 12:37 PM

Excellent as usual! I need a daily dose of poetry, thoughts, whatever so please keep it coming.:)

ftlaudft

12-11-2014, 01:06 PM

You're a sweetheart, FL28! The place wouldn't be the same without you!

ftlaudft

12-12-2014, 08:19 AM

Olympus, home of the gods

A scene of Mount Olympus in the snow
frames our romance. Fellatio fills the night
'til our bare feet upstage our cocks and show
the watching gods how footlove can delight.
When Zeus himself ejaculates, we know
we did it right!

ftlaudft

12-13-2014, 07:17 AM

suckathon...

Our suckathon continues 'til the poles
between our legs attain their full extension.
Slurping on toes, our tongues expand their goals.
Our mushroom heads drip wild with apprehension.
The secret rites performed on hidden holes
resolve our anal tension.
Titplay and nipplesucks play minor roles
well worth a mention...

ftlaudft

12-13-2014, 08:20 AM

questions...

This joyful coupling that we call romance,
where does it all begin? Where does it end?
Is it a random tingling in the pants?
Does it exist without a special friend?
Or has it always been? On love, not chance,
eternal hopes depend...

ftlaudft

12-14-2014, 06:04 AM

holiday tit for tat...

Bring out the mistletoe, eggnog and fruit.
Remember the rules. It's a tit for a toot.
Let's keep it simple: no rubies or furs.
You jingle MY bells. I'll jingle yours!

ftlaudft

12-14-2014, 07:59 AM

shrimping...

The Big Toe said to Little Toe,
"It's lonely at the bottom.
Come, let us play a game today,
like Barefoot Days of Sodom."

Little Toe said to Big Toe,
"That game I love the best.
We stink and wiggle. Cocks start to jiggle.
Hot Lips should do the rest!"

ftlaudft

12-15-2014, 08:26 AM

drunk... (inspired by watching Kink Video "Boss Feet II", the second scene with Mark O'Neal and John. If you watch this video with a date, make sure you keep the lights on and your shoes off. Well, there's nothing more awkward than having the lights go on and finding you've been shrimping the wrong guy! Don't ask me how I know!)

Drunk with the barefoot thrill it feels,
my tongue, as passion grows,
after it slurps his soles and heels,
slithers between his toes...

ftlaudft

12-15-2014, 11:00 AM

watching porn...

He's hung. He's big and bare. His name is John.
His eye is on the poolboy, Raunchy Ron.
On screen they show each ballsy trick they know.
There's lotsa masturbation going on...

ftlaudft

12-16-2014, 06:43 AM

walk in the paths of pleasure...

Walk in the paths of pleasure. Take, receive
the carnal joys extended by your brothers.
Take so that you may learn to give. Achieve
the joy of giving pleasure unto others.

Pleasure is like the vase in which we put
the flow'rs of love to blossom fresh and tall.
Grown from a simple kiss on hand or foot,
it's love alone that matters. Love is all...

ftlaudft

12-17-2014, 06:28 AM

stranger in the street: a pickup truck tale...

I see him walking barefoot in the street.
The beach crowd has dispersed and so we meet.
He needs a ride. Some chitchat clears the way
and off we go for quite a special day.
I take him home. We frolic in the pool.
He has those things that make a homo drool.
A ballsy bulge fills out his underwear.
I hardly notice. Feet are everywhere.
Penis and paradise, once major goals,
fade in the vision of his naked soles.
Intimate horseplay by the garden walls
leads to a tension in our aching balls.
The handsome stranger sprawls out on a chair.
Deliciously his feet are always bare.
His face invites the best of noble prose.
Poetry happens when I suck his toes...

ftlaudft

12-17-2014, 08:26 AM

winter romance...

My passion is stirred by a glance
as I ski thru a winter romance.
Though temps may be glacial,
my thoughts turn fellatial
whenever he lowers his pants...

ftlaudft

12-18-2014, 09:16 AM

educating a name-caller (partly inspired by the foot-licking scene in the Lucas film "Entrapment")

He calls me a fuckin' faggot.
I answer the guy, "Gee whiz!
Of course I'm a fuckin' faggot!
The best kind that there is!

I'm also a suckin' faggot.
Just drop your pants. I'll show ya.
This suckin', fuckin' faggot
would really love to blow ya.

Why don't you take your sox off?
Let me enjoy their smell.
After we get our rocks off,
I'll suck your feet as well."

He doesn't call me names now.
He calls me for a date.
So many fuckin' games now!
No time to masturbate!

ftlaudft

12-18-2014, 02:42 PM

remembering at holiday time...

Sadness can overwhelm us when we feel
the mightiness, the majesty, the pow'r
of love and life. Perhaps by graves we kneel,
watching as blossoms fade within the hour.

We ask, those nights of love - what did they mean?
Our tears recall. Our hearts remember when.
How beautiful the things our eyes have seen!
What lovely times that come not back again!

ftlaudft

12-19-2014, 04:09 PM

What's it all about, Laudie? That's the question I ask myself as I keep polishing, editing and fine tuning a poem I recently composed What is the purpose of it? What do I think it will accomplish? The poem is now twice the length of its original version and working on it has given me an enormous amount of pleasure. I'll quote it so you won't have to look it up.

stranger in the street: a pickup truck tale...

I see him walking barefoot in the street.
The beach crowd is dispersing when we meet.
He needs a ride. Some chitchat clears the way
and off we go for quite a special day.
I take him home. We frolic in the pool.
He's got the stuff that makes a homo drool.
A ballsy bulge fills out his underwear.
The profiile of his dick commands a stare.
My eyes swing down from sweet semi-erection
to glory in the joy of foot perfection.
Penis and paradise, once major goals,
fade in the vision of his naked soles.
Intimate horseplay by the garden walls
leads to a tension in our aching balls.
The handsome stranger sprawls out on a chair.
Deliciously his feet are always bare.
His face shines like a page of manly prose.
Poetry happens when I suck his toes...

The action of the poem is simple. I meet a guy at the beach, take him home and suck his toes. Now what is so special about that? Why work and re-work the experience?

Well, it's like this. Energy is forever. Physics tells us that energy goes on forever. It doesn't die. I believe that love is an energy and the energy of love will go on forever with its variants, such as our foot fetish love. So when I work and re-work a poem, the work I do actually helps me fine tune my own feelings and emotions, the feelings, whcih on the deepest level, are a permanent and eternal part of the energy of love.

The poem may vanish into nothingness. I may fall off the planet, as will the guy whose toes got sucked. But the feeling, on the very deepest level, will go on in the energy of love that lasts.

What I'm saying is that the feelings and love that produced the poem will go on forever, even though the poem itself and its author will not. But then others will come along to have their own experiences and write their own songs and poems and novels. And they will fine tune their work and it will be a part of that beautiful eternal energy in whcih all of us will be evolving.

What? You say that's too mystical and complicated? Well, it's Christmas, dammit! Cut me a little slack!!!