My Godess

Her soles are soft
So wrinkled, smell sweet
With points of her toes
She manipulates meat
And under the arch
Where ecstasy lays
I lap with my tongue
And worship all day

She walks up my body
With hard measured force
And makes me submit
From down on the floor
And I know my place-
-with her feet on my face
I'm deservingly smothered
My mistress, my lover