Finger Food
counting one to
ten this time thumbs
included but no matter
that she served them on
a silver platter i wanted none
standing on
wooden floor
boards i asked
her to sit and lift
her feet for me as
she did she being
Diosa for sure having
had two soles which i licked
from heel to toe each s l o w l y
sensitively feeling every bend and curve
then a moment
a moment of pause
each toe defining itself
like fingerprints individually
each toe telling its special need
each special care
for this little piggy is
going to market and will
be moaning wee wee wee
taking her all the way home
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