There’s a reason a woman falls apart when you ask for her foot and go after it a while with some lotion and a couple of strong hands. Sure, it has something to with the touch and act of tackling something few actually dare to. It also speaks to your accepting them, every last piece of who they are, exactly as they are at that moment. Even if it’s a foot that may have been inside a high heeled shoe, one that might be a little bit damp and not have a perfect sheen of toenail polish to boast.
Even it. Even then.