Anatomy of a Sole

 
Her knee comes up just above the surface of the water
The soft soapsuds slide slowly by the side
Her foot rests on his chest, her toes right by his chin
As he appreciates this whimsical joy ride

The bubbles surround her frame up to her shoulders
Her face is relaxed and wet from the steam
Sitting comfortable in the soaker tub across from him
But being there with her was a daydream

His thumbs caress and press on her arch
From ball to heel and back over and over again
Her foot feels silky smooth as if it soothes him
While his fingers linger relishing in her skin

She’s painted them red again, that vivid crimson
Inviting him to take a nibble or a little peck
She smiles at him like she’s a naughty vixen
As her other foot begins to make the trek

This time she caresses his lips with her toes
As he gives her little kisses underneath
While his fingers apply a little more pressure
With pleasure she winces grinding her teeth

His index finger then makes different patterns
Like tracing a diagram or some kind of chart
“What’s that?” she asks with curiosity
“Right here” he says “is the apex of the heart”

He presses on the ball and says with control
“Here is your shoulder, here is your lung
Over here is your neck and here is your ear”
Then kisses and licks her sole with his tongue