The Restroom Footslave

Drip
Drip
Drip
A dripping tap
Is the only sound
Late at night
Underground
In the ladies’ restroom.

Then, suddenly
The sound of a flush
Like a waterfall
Fills the hall.
Followed by a gentle flow
As female hands are washed
At a nearby basin.
In turn the roar
Of an automatic hand-dryer
Echoes around the room.

Then squeaky footsteps across the floor
Followed by a foot in my face.
A sneaker and sock
Require to be inspected
Require to be respected
By a humble kiss
To the toe of the shoe
Belonging to a customer,
I know not who.

But a goddess nonetheless
My infinite better
For I am but a face in the wall
Blessed to have met her.

She leaves without saying a word.
And once again
Drip
Drip
Drip
Is the only sound
Late at night
Underground
In the ladies’ restroom.






































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