For the last 47 years I’ve been in a relationship.
My relationship with my feet has changed over the years
We share the same birthday
We used to be close
We played together
I used to touch them a lot
They looked good naked!
I’d even give them a gentle suck…….
Slowly we grew apart (I’m 6 feet 2 inches tall they are a long way away)
We lost touch (I can’t touch my knees let alone my bloody toes)
Things got in the way (beer gut…..)
I paid them little attention
Even when they were naked
Just a passing glance
But I could still depend on them
They never let me down (except when I’m drunk and fall over)
As I said I’m my last blog post they took a bit of a battering
It’s rekindled out relationship
Every night I slowly undress them
My eyes cover every inch
I explore them with a gentle touch
I lovingly rub them with lotion
Then we slide under the covers for the night…..
Remember you daily foot checks!
Live Long and Bolus