FETISH

He sits next to her

And tries not to stare, not to look

Or at least not to get caught.

But his eyes have minds of their own

And his heart is aflutter with anticipation.

Peripheral won't do. He must

See for himself. Dead on.

He looks...casually glancing

As he sits across from her.

His eyes follow a path

Down.

Seeing the heels of her strappy

Sandals and the thin leather straps sensually

gripping her ankle

And arch.

An open toe shoe.

Perfect.

Five little toes peek out.

Beckoning his eyes. His heart

Beats and beats and beats

Until a sigh forces its way through his lips.

He fears she senses something,

Hears his pounding heart or

feels the heat of his gaze.

Clear and natural nails.

Tiny toes.

Cute toes.

Soft. Demure. Feline in silhouette.

Their eyes meet and a smile

Curls upon her lips.

He knows she doesn't know.

But she knows.

Cute, little toes embraced

By soft leather.

Embraced by

His heart.

(c) Angelo Bell