Toes.
I kiss her little toes.
1.... 2.....3....4....5....
I count them as I nestle close and plant loving pecks on each.
I take the second footsie close, and I kiss them,
one by one.
1.... 2.....3....4....5....
Of all the things I remember in my childhood it was my mom holding up my small feet and marveling over how much she loved them... so tiny... so perfect.
I will marvel over Sayler's feet, always.
I will love holding them close, dirty or clean (moms don't discriminate),
and I will smile as I nuzzle and watch her eyes shine as I kiss each toe,
1.... 2.....3....4....5....
1.... 2.....3....4....5....
I count them as I nestle close and plant loving pecks on each.
I take the second footsie close, and I kiss them,
one by one.
1.... 2.....3....4....5....
Of all the things I remember in my childhood it was my mom holding up my small feet and marveling over how much she loved them... so tiny... so perfect.
I will marvel over Sayler's feet, always.
I will love holding them close, dirty or clean (moms don't discriminate),
and I will smile as I nuzzle and watch her eyes shine as I kiss each toe,
1.... 2.....3....4....5....
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