fetish..

 
Smooth and soft,
the sensual curve
of the arch.  
her feet.
The first fleeting
(for fear of 'you weirdo')
glimpse
of her perfectly proportionate,
toes aligned.
The dips and contours
of skin wrapped tight
over the ankle,  
sleek and feminine
and
all that is woman
in the way that
women are women.
Not only
beautiful
and perfect
and soft to the touch,
her feet
carry
the very essense
of her perfection
through life,
sorely devoid of love,
no more.
WOMAN!!
Deep in sleep
and not even a peep,
asleep on your side,
feet together
(arches soft atop one another
and ready for sexual slide)
I will
(deep in her slumber)
MAKE LOVE TO HER FEET?!
Slow
silent
and discrete,  
to explore
this new obsession.
Feet.
The most unappreciated
and under loved part
of her
"her",
no more.
Daddy,
precariously hovering
so as not
to awaken his queen,
loves the unlovable.  
And so...
something...
A climax thought odd..
sexy flesh of feet,
you are my fetish.
My love,
Slowly stirred awake,
sly smile
upon my money maker
"Are your feet sticky, love?"
'No, why?'
"Cause I cleaned them off"
wink, wink,
nod, nod...