Black Poetry : FOOT FETISH

[cherryblossom]

At first I glanced
Positioned with lotus hands
Took in the breath
Only to kiss lotus feet

I spoke not one word
But I know he heard
Me being wide awake
Because he put me to sleep

As I pedicured his toes
I froze
All the times of pain

I asked please tell me your name

He said

My name I can not tell you
Mere talk is rather cheap
I wrote it on your heart long ago
It was a secret for you to keep

I kissed each toe
And felt each bolt
And decided not to speak

I was much inclined
To move up his spine
While wakin love in his feet

He read my desire like a book
Because he almost reached his peak
Ahhh he was stength
But I knew where he was weak

My fingers tickled each character line
embroided at the bottom which in reality is the top
I blushed like a little girl in love
When he asked me not to stop

He quietly laughed
As I defiantly moved my mind
Because I knew he wouldn't let me go
So I imagined he was a tree
And I was the freshly fallen snow

And he shiverd
Not from the cold
But from the way my frozen water
grazed each zone and quickly melted from his heat

I touched each and every part of him
But my hands and lips never left his feet

thanks for the love....

as i sweat
out
the fountain of youth...

the truth

even the ground is sacred
where he marks his path

i'd kiss his toes and drink the water
in the sea where he skinney dips for a bath

his ancient voice
roars to my soul
transforms me into a dove

his tree sprang up from the roots
of my idea of
what love once was

in fact it's a fact
all i think of is his feet

but he told
me hush and
not to rush
he'll thrust
my every achy breaky heartbeat

and when our souls of conciousness
secrete and meet
I'll wake up from this heated sleep

But today
I must lay
And sleep the soundless night away

And how I wish
A bliss-full wish
That tomorrow was today

You took both of these to a whole 'nother level!