You re staring at my soles again Good That s exactly where your eyes belong Right there on every wrinkle every crease The soft skin that folds when I curl my toes The warm arch you wish you could press your face into You don t need anything else Not my voice Not my smile Just the sight of my bare feet stretched out lazy perfect You want to trace those lines with your tongue don t you Follow every curve taste the day off my skin But you just kneel Quiet Desperate I flex my toes slowly feel the air shift And you can t breathe You re mine Right where I want you On your knees worshiping the soft wrinkled soles you ll never deserve