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Naked Little Feet

Kenneth W. Anderson, Jr.

His shoes scrunched across the floor,
and he leaned over her.
“Just relax and remember to breathe,” he calmly suggested.
Her large red eyes buried into his pinkish face
and he quickly retreated to the safety of a distant chair.
Her body tensed, the sweat poured off her nose,
drowning her face, her body, the sheets, the bed, and the floor.
The crowded room moved closer to her open legs,
masked voices flashed against the polished walls,
the echoes piercing her ears.
“Push, and...stop,” came the faceless command. “Now, PUSH.”
Make up your mind, she thought. Just relax and breathe, right.
She was very relaxed the night before.
She dreamt of large watermelons,
hundreds ripe and ready to be sliced
their red flesh exploding with juice.
She had two large slices of melon in each hand,
her mouth was devouring, squeezing, biting, and swallowing.
Her face fell back to mother earth,
her tummy full and her lips smeared with a seeded smile.
Just relax and breathe.
She was always craving, eating, dreaming.
One night it was chocolate,
her entire body bathing in rich, dark, creamy chocolate.
That was a very good dream, until it was rudely awaken by the bell.
Her mother, his mother, her sister, his sister, female friends of all shapes and sizes,
and long lost female relations came to her door
bearing cheer, smiles, giggles, gifts and lots of chocolate.
Her sister had given her little white and pink shoes
for naked little feet.
That turned out to be a very good day.
Just relax and breathe.
The tears flooded her face and she tried to hide,
her hand reached out for him,
and he quickly rushed to her side.
His large, strong and warm hands rescued her,
and he kissed her on the cheek.
“Little white and pink shoes for naked little feet,” she whispered.
His eyes answered her lips with tears.
“Just relax and remember to breathe,” she calmly suggested.
And before the night closed its eyes and began to dream,
the room was filled with more tears, giggles,
and naked little feet



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