Poem: A Leg Up

He left toeville, lip smacking
Inspected the four cul-de-sac
Played little to big, roamed foot center
Paying attention to the underpass
Fetish, rest around heel
Slowly catching his breath, knowing
There is a mountain to climb after ankle
A slow beat pleasuring the feet

The rhythm changes excitement smoother
At calf, cocktail of circular motion, a comforter
Passion injected back of knee eerier
Leaving, as the area gets larger
The tingle, the thrill, desire
As strokes gets longer
Her fingers clench when the licks go faster
Like a tuning fork, the groaning gets louder

With hair raising passion
Erotica faces its prime decision
He paused ‘Is it an intersection
Enter section, or a place for insertion
She grabbed his head, “you are on a mission’
“Right now less talk, more action”
Her peaked emotions
Needs passionate redemption’
Fade,,,,,to,,,,, black


Note: William "Bubblicious" Galloway is MNI Alive's Resident Spoken Word Contributor