I started to notice feet one day.
I never was much of a foot man,
preferring the legs and the backside,
but then I saw the power of feet.
How some women adorn them with
rings, ankle bracelets and pretty shoes
to attract the eyes.
I saw a man staring at a woman’s feet as if hypnotized.
“What could he be doing to them within the chamber
of his mind?” I thought.
As he stared I saw his tongue, briefly lick his lips.
Lizard like, but slower.
Perhaps he had transformed his mouth into a signal sender.
The roof of his mouth =the bottom of her foot.
The back of his teeth=her toes.
And maybe it doesn’t stop there.
What other body parts could he send signals to?
Her lips, her breasts?
Her clitoris?
As I watched I saw a second woman.
A placid peaceful look on her face.
Crosslegged and pumping.
To complete the trinity.
I won’t get into hair color.
You can figure that out for yourself.
All I can say is:
“I will never underestimate the power of feet again.”