i am your canvas

as i lay on the divan
lost in a captivating book
you quietly come and sit
on the floor next to me.  
i look at you and wink  
and flash you a smile
before i turn back to my book
i seem to have immersed myself in.  
you lightly trace your fingers across my hip
and down my thigh.  
you’ve caught my attention
because i know what happens next.  
i continue to “read” my book  
as you get up and walk to the opposite side of me  
slowly lifting my legs
to place over the top of your lap
as you sit down with me
and start tracing the balls of my feet.  
“another part of your body to appreciate.”  
 you say as you look deep into my eyes  
and slowly trace the bottom of my heels.  
heels
then arches 
sliding up to my toes  
and in between my toes.  
caressing
squeezing 
scratching 
cupping
lingering...  
at some point i’ve put down my book  
i hadn’t even noticed.  
all i can do
is watch you.  
you are an artist
and i am your canvas.