Beneath Your Feet
Prostrate I look up at your feet
Dangling mere inches from my face.
They’re beautiful and though petite,
Contrive to keep me in my place.
I don’t know what I’m meant to do,
And so bespelled wait your command.
Who knew just one high heeled shoe
Could capture and leave me unmanned?
“I need a footstool lift your neck,”
I hear you softly say to me.
I raise my head and genuflect,
I’m just your footstool now I see.
I know some think this is abuse,
But it’s my joy to be of use.






















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