Poetry
Tale of a pretty foot
A foot is what keeps the world standing.
It makes us foot all those sad bills of life
.It roots us to the realities of the cosmos.
A pretty foot on an elegant woman is
Something else, though. It is, quite truly, a piece of sheer poetry.
You know why? Because it holds up a
Whole body of beauty on its strength . . .
Because it is an aperture into glamour that
Courses its way, all the way up. A pretty foot on a beautiful woman is a
Lesson on the graces that anoint her being.
For it shows, from the rear, the myriad
Sensual ways in which she walks, with that
Curve that so becomes her hips. And from the front? A pretty foot demonstrates
Beauty that knows no bounds, that marches to
The tune of the heart. A pretty foot is a hint of the
Fullness that comes with a heaving bosom, a sign
Of desire not being a sin after all. A pretty foot, wounded and bandaged, causes
Ripples in the ponds and lakes of the mind.
For the woman with that pretty wounded foot
Sways as she walks, holds out her hand to the
Wall and bares a little more of her charms. A pretty foot, in bandages, on a woman with a
Face steeped in verses, is a thought of sublime
Romance in a man even as the breeze wafts along
In the nocturnal hours. It is a foot he loves, would
Like to hold, for it is his hold on life. This, then, is the tale of a pretty foot on a woman
Who epitomizes the subtlety of dreams.
This pretty Foot is a sense of her Venus limbs, a
peek into the Layers of delight embedded in her
vigorous Geography. A pretty foot on an alluring woman is a journey
Into the timeless pastoral. For on that foot, on its
Maturing folds of skin sleep thoughts of ancient
Dance, of shepherds playing the flute in Elysian
Fields. The pretty foot belongs to your Radhike.
It makes us foot all those sad bills of life
.It roots us to the realities of the cosmos.
A pretty foot on an elegant woman is
Something else, though. It is, quite truly, a piece of sheer poetry.
You know why? Because it holds up a
Whole body of beauty on its strength . . .
Because it is an aperture into glamour that
Courses its way, all the way up. A pretty foot on a beautiful woman is a
Lesson on the graces that anoint her being.
For it shows, from the rear, the myriad
Sensual ways in which she walks, with that
Curve that so becomes her hips. And from the front? A pretty foot demonstrates
Beauty that knows no bounds, that marches to
The tune of the heart. A pretty foot is a hint of the
Fullness that comes with a heaving bosom, a sign
Of desire not being a sin after all. A pretty foot, wounded and bandaged, causes
Ripples in the ponds and lakes of the mind.
For the woman with that pretty wounded foot
Sways as she walks, holds out her hand to the
Wall and bares a little more of her charms. A pretty foot, in bandages, on a woman with a
Face steeped in verses, is a thought of sublime
Romance in a man even as the breeze wafts along
In the nocturnal hours. It is a foot he loves, would
Like to hold, for it is his hold on life. This, then, is the tale of a pretty foot on a woman
Who epitomizes the subtlety of dreams.
This pretty Foot is a sense of her Venus limbs, a
peek into the Layers of delight embedded in her
vigorous Geography. A pretty foot on an alluring woman is a journey
Into the timeless pastoral. For on that foot, on its
Maturing folds of skin sleep thoughts of ancient
Dance, of shepherds playing the flute in Elysian
Fields. The pretty foot belongs to your Radhike.
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