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now please, sit back stretch out your legs relax awhile — furniture begs
pull off your boots i’ll kneel below slip off your socks and take it slow
bare both your soles flex all ten toes your footstool’s goal: to be repose
our arches meet — my back, your curve almost so much i don’t deserve
a faint perfume teases my nose the smoothest skin so rarely shows
i’ll work them deep with oiled hands their perfect forms each digit fanned
red lacquered nails command my eyes and higher heels you’ve made me buy
bare, they stay – no decoration focus trained on adoration
pressed on my face i’ll kiss you there and lick the base become ensnared
kick or trample i’ll take the pain with shoes sampled my body strains
pleads for pressure that space between — the greatest pleasure: touch from the queen
release the jewels that flood within wetness pools on shining skin