So much depends upon
the feet that stomped
the grapes that fed
this wine.
Let me lick them clean
gently spreading each long toe
expressing gratitude for
slight subtleties aroused within my palate
completely bereft of jam
swallowed liquid elixir.
Take me back to the stomp
that freed the flavor
rippling through this heady red.
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This is a bit of a joke, although my husband keeps shoving his feet in my face. LOL Here it is G-Man, a 55 word poem contributed to your Friday Flash 55.
undercaws 
There is a lustiness to this 55 that makes me want to kick up my heels (sorry, bad pun). 🙂
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well done, love the imagery of wine, and more.
fantastic 55.
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Now it’s common knowledge the The G-Man has a penchant for Pretty Feet.
But no where and no how does this include the Male of the species. BARF!!!
Now Brenda…….?
Loved your oeniphile 55
Thanks for playing, thanks for stomping, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
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Oh, this made me shudder! I’m just not a foot person, I guess.
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Feet are sensuous things I know–and yet, licking a man’s feet has never been a huge turn on for me. Perhaps if they were dripping with wine(and extremely clean) things might change.
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Erotic painting in poetry. I love it.
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LOL… A fun read, hope his feet smell like wine and not cheese! 😉
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As I love red wine, I can’t object to the feet that stomped it! A fun poem.
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Hmmm…nice idea. Maybe I should take up grape stomping as a hobby.–could make life quite interesting.
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sorry for the duplicate…slip of the mouse.
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I took it out for you. 🙂 grape stomping leads to purple feet.
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well this has a nice sensual vein running through it…smiles. have an arbor out back my house…had a nice crop this year…never stomped mine though…may have to give it a try…smiles.
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