Two feet were close for many years,
But always passing by.
They glanced upon each other’s rears,
And each would softly sigh.
Ballroom dancing changed their fates,
Soft touches caused a tremblance.
More than being just two mates,
Was a rather strong resemblance.
They’d met when they were very young,
Just below the jock.
They both were rather highly-strung,
Their hearts upon their sock
On polished floor they’d soar serene,
Silent, throbbing, flushed,
What have you two, up to, been?
Their little toes both blushed.
They tripped the light fandango,
Stared in each other’s toes.
Within, a warm and fuzzy glow
Meaningfully arose.
Their minds entwined, their love was blind,
Two soles as one, enchanted.
Their futures were at once aligned.
The seeds of love were planted.
Like bread and butter, hearts aflutter,
The one an athlete’s foot.
The other more a nail cutter,
Oh beating heart, stay put.
Between the toes, a scent arose,
Compellingly attractive.
It lingered like the dusk’s spring rose,
Their thoughts were rather active.
As the night unfurled, their toes grew curled,
Together in embrace.
Two feet as one, no deed undone,
A delightful night’s disgrace.
The following day was not ideal,
They passed just like before.
You cannot feel, you’re just a heel,
My love you would ignore.
And thus two feet became quite flat,
A romance done and dusted.
Both thought the other rather fat,
And never to be trusted.
© Copyright Philip Barton September 26th, 2018 All rights reserved
