You kneel on the ground, staring pathetically at My beautiful feet. I ignore you completely, playing on My phone while wiggling My toes, crossing My bare feet. It drives you wild, being this close to My dainty feet, their soft, smooth skin, the high arches and delicate toes. You would do anything to worship them, to touch them, to massage them, to kiss them. I know how addicted you are - a loser for My perfect feet