My toes... they speak to me...
Yes, they do, my toes with my painted nails...
They cringe when someone bores me..
They dig the ground when my love fails..
They curl up when I feel shy..
They stand up, they did for rest and leisure..
They try to hide in my shoes, if I lie...
They scream out loud, torture them with heels
They smile with wrinkles when I soak them... no pressure
My big toe, specially loves to tell me how it feels...
Yes, my toes, with painted nails... they love pleasure...
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