I know. I know you re at my feet, on your knees, fantasising about my dirty soles. You want to worship my feet, lick my soles, suck my toes. Don t you? I know that but I don t care. I don t care about a pathetic loser like you. I don t want to talk to you and I don t even want to meet your gaze. You re nothing and I d rather ignore you. You can watch my bare feet, I just don t care. Watch them in silence as much as you want, you will never have the permission to touch them. Meanwhile, I ll just continue what I m doing: scrolling my phone, messaging real men, and ignoring you forever.
