had someone write a custom poem for me...here it is...my was I excited when she read it to me...
Tingly Toes
It started as a little girl
That feeling in my feet
A tiny tingling in my toes
Sharp but soft, far from sweet
I tried to hide it, no matter what
But people, still, would know
I covered them, buried deep
Like bears, when it would snow.
I then grew up
And it my teens
My toes would crave delight
A pedicure would make me squirm
Scared to kick her in sheer site
And then for work
The worst was near with nylons up my legs
That scratchy, soft, but slippery feel
Would make me laugh all day.
I’d then come and meet my man
With oil lubed on hand
He’d rub my feet and instead of awes,
I’d move relentlessly in bed
Although it used to bug me much
For my feet to encounter the human touch
I know my smirk will maybe stay
But who knows
The tickles, someday,
Might go away.
Tingly Toes
It started as a little girl
That feeling in my feet
A tiny tingling in my toes
Sharp but soft, far from sweet
I tried to hide it, no matter what
But people, still, would know
I covered them, buried deep
Like bears, when it would snow.
I then grew up
And it my teens
My toes would crave delight
A pedicure would make me squirm
Scared to kick her in sheer site
And then for work
The worst was near with nylons up my legs
That scratchy, soft, but slippery feel
Would make me laugh all day.
I’d then come and meet my man
With oil lubed on hand
He’d rub my feet and instead of awes,
I’d move relentlessly in bed
Although it used to bug me much
For my feet to encounter the human touch
I know my smirk will maybe stay
But who knows
The tickles, someday,
Might go away.
