Rain beats against the window pane bringing a drumming rhythm into the room.
Light from the lavender candles rest upon the wooden dresser, flickering in the blanket of darkness that’s cascading the bedroom.
I walk into the room where my baby is,
Observing how tired she is.
After a long day of work I cooked her dinner, ran a bubble bath, & sat at the edge of the bed reading poems while rubbing her feet.
Apply pressure in circular motion as she lays back against the wooden headboard.
Now as we unwind for the night, God creates thunder & rain outside the window in the background.
She tells me she finds comfort & peace from watching the man she love apply pleasure, not only to these bunions of feet, but to her heart.
P.L.A.Y