@TanyaTate@MynxCo Between softened toes,
Heat is trapped and lingers long,
In that narrow space,
Smells of ripened, heavy fruit,
Singing life’s primeval song.
@succulentfeet@TanyaTate Skin of ivory,
Painted red with vivid grace,
Beauty for the sight—
Yet within the pungent musk,
Dwells the soul in shadowed light.
@TanyaTate@MynxCo Red nails brightly gleam,
Lust for life they cannot hide,
Choking in the air,
I inhale the scent of feet,
Drowning in the pulse of pride.