I'm lounging on the couch, completely absorbed in my book, and utterly oblivious to your presence. My big, beautiful, wrinkled soles are right in your face, and I'm not even bothered to acknowledge you. You're nothing but a mere spectator, privileged to gaze at my curvy feet as I read away, completely unfazed. So, go ahead and worship my feet, but don't expect any reciprocation. I'm too busy enjoying my book to care about your desires