Lying on the couch....

I lay, with my feet in your lap. You are sub consciously rubbing them. Softly caressing the tops of my feet. Tugging gently on each toe. Applying more pressure as you massage the bottom of my foot. I lay there watching you, admiring you, wanting you. You sit, watching the ballgame, lost in the score and the hits and the runs. I lay there, lost in you. Thoughts of fancy and dancing butterflies, the warm room and the blaring TV swirl around me. I feel myself being pulled away from my slumber, being urged to wake. I open my eyes and see you, lost in me. Your eyes tell me everything I ever wanted or needed to know. You bring my toe to your mouth, nibbling and suckling, teasing, tempting.........