The poem below is all in fun.
No reflections on anyone.
It speaks with innuendos.
And how the mind flows.

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Under Your Nose Lies Cotton and Hose

Removing your slipper I see your toes.
Painted nails encased in hose
With eyes locked in a steady stare.
With legs so hairy. Ever hear of Nair?

Bounded by duty I continue the quest.
My body aches to fill your request.
As I remove the netted hose.
I see the jam between your toes.

You purr and say give them a kiss.
I close my eyes I don't want to see this.
After that job is done I'm still who I am
Feet so clean for I licked out the jam.

Proceeding upward to your shin
It has more stubble then my chin.
Obeying commands I kiss and I lick.
Trying to hid the fact I feel sick.

Around I go to fondle your calf.
One hand caresses each half.
A twitch with pleasure I gentle moan.
Giant beacons your eyes have grown.

Around and up to be kissing your knees.
My hands give them in a gentle squeeze.
Praying for forgiveness, I'm begging please!
As I wipe away the remains of my sneeze.

A caressing hand and a gentle pat.
I am forgiven imagine that.
Now willing to please you all the more
Unknown pleasures awaiting and in store.

Further up the trail, on to your thighs
Their creamy softness fills my eyes.
Sensuous indeed is my first touch
In this zone I love so much

Sliding up the inner thigh
you moan with a sigh
I see future delight
By the flickering candlelight

The light exposes a moist spot for me
But what is that that I now see
Bright and pink and smells so sweet
Edible undies oh what a treat

The flavor I find is very
Very gooslebumpberry
It overwhelms my mind
Where did you find that kind

I rise past the smooth moist plain
Scaling to kiss you once again
I forge on to continue my quest.
Seeking to fulfill your request

Onward and upward I scale the left peek
For glory and fame is what I seek
Atop this mountain's a smaller peek.
Upon which I rest my tired butt cheek.

Recalling the last meal that I did eat,
A can of chile without any meat.
My tummy explodes and I expel the gas
Sorry my dear it just had to pass.

I slide off the mountain top
In the valley is where I stop
I scale the mountain on the right
And soon the top is within my sight

Removing a flag to claim this spot
I jab into the ground with such a jot
The earth now trembles from some pain
Down to the valley I slide again

Past the valley and into a hole.
Something here furry like a mole
Not mole I find that tastes rotten
The lint in here is just like cotton

©Mike Dimond 2000