Your Feet

Pablo Neruda

When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.

… I’m not buying it:

Dear Angela:

10am to 6pm tonight. Slept as instructed.

I am disappointed that you think I am cheating. Your esteem is important to me, and it is a blow to know I haven’t got it.

I don’t know what else to say.

I thought … I don’t know what I thought.  Maybe that my chastity was a gift to you as well as from you. I can’t make you rich, but I can honor our relationship with honesty.

Knowing that you don’t believe in that makes me sad.  It also tempts me to find my own release as well.

Prince Cock Puppet

Did you really think that would work?

And … cheer up! Now it will be another week. What fun we will have.

xoxoxo

You know who you are.

Forced Bi ❤ Queer Romance ❤ Faggot Discipline

1-800-863-5478 ext: 0413043

(Thanks to Mr. C for sending me this pic with his idea for a fantasy … that we then acted out.)

I had a dream that I was deep inside of you and just thanked God for the perfection of the moment.

Love you, Science Nerd

Thank you for a wonderful year.

Tonight and tomorrow: All calls ONLY $1.19 per minute

Everyone welcome:

new callers, old friends & old flames.

xo, Angela

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