Just my thoughts

Podo synthesis

Feet belong in the Sun.

Toes belong in the spotlight.

Just as plants stretch

towards the sun,

absorbing its nourishing rays

of light,

so too do our feet reach out

for connection,

for touch, for love.

The foot, like the leaf, is a sensitive and delicate thing.

It absorbs the sensations of the world around it,

transmitting them to the soul.

The gentle touch of a lover,

the softness of a carpet,

the warmth of a sunbeam –

all these sensations are felt deeply

by the foot, and thus by the heart,

distributing high vibrations

back

into

the

environment.

Podo synthesis.

Yoga Toes

Downward dog, my gaze wanders... not to my own pose, but to hers.

Specifically, her feet.

Elegant toes peeking out from beneath her mat.

Polished nail color shifting between coral and sunset orange depending on studio light.

My mind wanders further...

Focus on breath, not beauty.

Yet, each practice my eyes drift south –

toes curling gently as she guides us into warrior pose.

Her feet seem to be saying namaste to my distracted soul...

I shift my mat, pretending adjustment –

really hiding my gaze.

Fellow students oblivious to my inner conflict.

My yoga instructor unaware her toes tutor me in subtle distraction... and unexpected admiration.

I always need one more glance.

I imagine actually taking a chance,

Stuck in a trance, spilling pint up passion , hoping no one notices my pants

Toes On The Window

(Stunned whisper)

“Oh my... unexpected discovery.

This secluded spot, usually perfect for solo midnight strolls... now witnesses to intimate rhythms.

(My eyes fixed on the window)

The car rocks gently, like a cradle swaying to lovers' beat.

Foggy windows conceal secrets – until delicate pressure clears a circular patch... her feet.

(My breath catches)

Toes spread wide, like tiny fingers claiming territory – a fleeting impression on misty glass. Each toe distinct, perfectly shaped – my heart skips beats.

(My voice barely audible)

The couple oblivious to my presence, lost in their world... yet I'm drawn into theirs – by those toes. Innocent intimacy transformed into unintended invitation – for my fascination alone.

(My eyes linger, mesmerized)

Do they know – tiny footprints on foggy glass – whisper secrets to passing strangers like me... or only to my captivated heart?"

Nosey Toes

Oh feet of fury, bare and bold,

Your natural aroma – stories untold.

Like a pungent perfume, wafting through air,

My nose twitches wildly –

my heart's beyond care.

Your toes tap dance on my soul's floor,

Each step releasing scent –

I ask for more.

Like a ripe blue cheese

or gym socks divine,

Your feet's musky bouquet –

makes me want to grind.

In this odorous obsession, I confess,

My love for your feet –

surpasses all finesse.

No pedicure needed –

your natural zest,

Drives me wilder

than butts and breasts.

So walk barefoot

in and out of my heart.

Your feet wreak of beauty

No. Wait.

Did you just

let out a little…?

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