Foot Massage

Foot Massage
By Robert T. Davenport

In the realm of love's tender touch,
Where souls intertwine and hearts clutch,
There lies a moment, serene and pure,
When a foot massage becomes a cure.

With gentle hands, I'll caress your feet,
A sacred act, our love's retreat.
Each stroke, a language of devotion,
Creating ripples of sweet emotion.

As I knead away the burdens you bear,
I'll unravel the knots with utmost care.
Every ache and tension, I'll release,
Granting you solace, a moment of peace.

With fragrant oils, I'll anoint your skin,
Creating a canvas for love to begin.
Each stroke, a whisper of affection,
A testament to our deep connection.

As my fingers dance upon your soles,
I'll awaken sensations, untold.
Every touch, a symphony of delight,
Igniting sparks, like stars in the night.

In this intimate act, our souls align,
A sacred ritual, where love intertwines.
With every stroke, our bond grows strong,
As we surrender to love's sweet song.

So let me massage your weary feet,
And in this moment, our love will meet.
For in the depths of this tender care,
Our love will flourish, beyond compare.