steps

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