naked,
dangling in the blue wavy ocean water,
I see them, as small as planes of paper,
your feet,
pure, unadulterated,
slapping the water with raw, unbridled passion,
and power,
I see them,
waltzing confusedly,
in the romantic semi-darkness of prom night,
when they knew, you knew not, how to dance.
even now,
in the small hours of the night,
I see them,
flailing unconsciously,
beneath sheets of silk,
your feet,
meeting mine,
touch,
warmth.
Bless your feet,
that brought you to me.
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 2:33 AM UTC
naked,
dangling in the blue wavy ocean water,
I see them, as small as planes of paper,
your feet,
pure, unadulterated,
slapping the water with raw, unbridled passion,
and power,
I see them,
waltzing confusedly,
in the romantic semi-darkness of prom night,
when they knew, you knew not, how to dance.
even now,
in the small hours of the night,
I see them,
flailing unconsciously,
beneath sheets of silk,
your feet,
meeting mine,
touch,
warmth.
Bless your feet,
that brought you to me.
i already love the feet that will bring my lover to me