He was very nervous because of her beauty, She slowly took off her sandals, He saw her sensuous tender feet, The temperature in the room was rising, As he stared at the smoothness, The cream color of her slender feet, Each toe was perfectly in line, She had painted her toenails pink, He knew she was after his heart, Each toe screamed for attention, Passion had waited long enough, He knew that she loved him, And she knew that he loved her, He gently began to caress her feet, Slowly, one foot at a time, He ran his fingers between her toes, Each one he savored, as if they were jewels, He looked at her and she made her pleasure known, “Who would have thought a foot massage, Could be so passionate ?” he thought, He ran his hands along the soles of her feet, The tenderness and color was that of rose petals, He smiled, as she did in delight, Knowing that their wedding was the next day, And they would have no inhibitions to contend with, Their wedding night would be the night of love, When the aroma of passion itself, Would burn like the stars above... SHANE D. MOORE 8/3/1999 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED COPYRIGHT #SM99G6Birth sign: Sagittarius
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