A night in Chicago .

 

So I stared at you, and you at me
all for but a short-lived moment.
Your dark locks cascading
over the edge of the pillow.
Back curved, while you sang that
air, in time with the periodic
motion in your hips. Then you cursed
at me.
  
Thank-God.
  
Nipples stretching for the heavens. Pelvis
elevated and vibrating. Ankles powerfully
keeping those perfect feet
anchored  
to the mattress.
  
You saw me gaze and gasped the question
"You have a foot fetish"?
Manicured ivory clinching the covers  
all you did was  
nod
when I replied
  
"That is why, I started
between your
big toes".
  
  
-x-
  
  
. Written for Catherine .
. Reposted for Uma .