Thursday, January 27, 2011

Feet

Something about a Black man's feet is alluring...

The smooth cocoa skin that is the top,
the strong willful latte skin that is the bottom.

The perfect form, the right curves.

To be able to cradle them in my hands,
to massage them, to caress them.

To ease him of his ache from walking all day.

So he can continue to step,
to march,
to claim each inch on ground with pride
as he stride.
Let me love you from head to toe, baby.
But let's start with the toes today.

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