I love long moments of lying around like this — with no pressure of time and no obligations. Then I know only one duty, and it belongs to you: you are to take care of my big, shaggy body and give it the worship it deserves — best done with your tongue, traveling into every corner of it, especially when it makes its way to my feet and soles, which are just waiting to flood your mouth with their scent and taste. Go on, taste them. Don’t wait.