At His Feet

He asks about my day

I smile, tell him it was okay

He said, tell me something to make me smile

I babble about nonsense for a while

He is stressed, I sense the tension in his words

I want to be the whiskey that soothes his nerves

I want to kiss his lips and warm his inside

I want his soul and mine to collide

I sit at his feet, humbled to be at his service

To calm him, to love him, to be his

I smile within when I know his tension is gone

I am his, at his feet is where I belong

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