Goddess please!

Giving you my will, I kneel,

Open and ready for your call.

Desiring only to please,

Devotion flows from me, enthralled.

Eagerly, I whisper, “Goddess, please,”

Surrendering in this sacred space.

Showing you my heart's delight,

Praising you, my guiding light.

Only you can bring me peace,

Overwhelmed by your power, I find,

Joy in serving, body and mind,

All of me devoted, yours to keep.

An ode to her feet

Her feet lay still on the floor as I stare, my mind wandering. The candy-red polish glistens like moonlight on a still ocean.

Her skin, so soft and supple, ignites my imagination to ponder the sweet, silk-like sensation they would create on my face, caressing me with a touch as light as a feather in a gentle breeze on a summer day.

What would it feel like to plant my lips on her angelic arches, if only for a moment, becoming one with her sacred beauty? 

How glorious to have her part my lips with her toes, tasting the sweet nectar of her essence—a communion with my goddess.

To kneel before her, my unworthy face beneath her magnificent soles, a humble footstool seeking to worship her immaculate divinity. 

All but a dream as I pen this ode to her feet; she whom I have yet to meet, if ever.