/lit/ - Literature

Any Megheadz ITT?

I'm buying another signed copy if they have one

Goddesses so favor the fairest feet
Like Megan Boyle's sweet tootsie meat
Guarded from creeps, she keeps her feet chaste
Shod in boots, leggings of lace
Podic fans phone from restricted
So literati got them evicted
Greedily she savors her funks
Dangling heels to trip thirsty lunks
As a grape so squished by her plod
Soles eclipsing sky and sun, awed
Scarce chance for pedal glances
Telepath to her socks by lucid trances
Trade crypto for clippings, not as a goof
Liquify, titrate, prepare for boof
Huffing Megan's goo, facefulls of socks
Crusty miasma's pickled lox
Allegiance to Megan, too true
Strong whistle's "Woo-woo!"
Without Megan's feet life's a grump
Eek at lesser lasses' acral frump
Waning images tax Tubercular
Arches circular spectacular
Queues wind with worshippers
Interlocutor interpreters
Regulars, secular orbiters
Curvatures fetching purchasers
Cellular molecular spores
Megan's nadirs broke all scores
Insurrecting Wikifeet wars
Banned by Foot Night Baltimores
She's pallid then florid
Toes torrid so sordid
Lurid orchids torpid
Euphoric scents wax and waft
Concentrated when unwashed
Fans beg for cakes sploshed

Goddesses so favor the fairest feet
Like Megan Boyle's sweet tootsie meat
Guarded from creeps, she keeps her feet chaste
Shod in boots, leggings of lace
Podic fans phone from restricted
So literati got them evicted
Greedily she savors her funks
Dangling heels to trip lusty lunks
As a grape so squished by her plod
Soles eclipsing sky and sun, so awed
Scarce chance for any pedal glance
Telepath to her socks by lucid trance
Trade crypto for clippings, not as a goof
Liquify, titrate, so prepare to boof
Huffing Megan's foot goo, face-fulls of socks
The crustiest which recall pickled lox
Pledging allegiance to her feet, too true
Strong as when morning whistles go "Woo-woo!"
Without Megan's feet we all tend to grump
Emptying angry bowels, a protest dump
Wilting without them, I'm Tubercular,
From the floor her nails appear circular
Please kick and stomp me, Megan, be Livid
Beam not your smile, look cruelly frigid
Kick boots up into my perineum
Femdom power is not an idiom
Bruising and fluids inflame away jiggly
Boxing and bruising my sack like a peach
Ceased before a laceration might breach
Sacramental kicks to spite my drippy sobs
Purged of wayward thoughts of vagene and bobs
Prayers to Goddess for thine ultimate deal
Giantess Megan's urethral vore meal

Read mine instead

>>13366208

Bump

Liveblog!

>>13158524

>tfw her sugary and oily epidermal emissions are caked onto this page

Liveblog is fun. Let me get my copy and see if I can find some times that correspond to now.

She sounds pissy in her signature.