From All Angles
My customers may approach me from all angles and have different requirements of me. But my humble role is always to obey, whatever their point of view!
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| This pretty backpacker-mistress approaches me from my right |
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| I watch her hiking boots get closer to my face through the weeds |
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| Her boots look muddy... |
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| ...but her socks look nice and warm! |
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| 'Clean my boots, boy!' |
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| 'Yes, madam. At once, madam!' |
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| I begin to taste where she has been hiking... |
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| ...from the sole of her outstretched boot! |
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| Meanwhile her warm, thick sock towers over my humble head |
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| She switches booted feet in front of my face |
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| My lowly field of vision is now filled with female boot & sock |
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| The boots taste vile. But I must not baulk! |
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| It is my public duty to clean these boots! |
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| She silently turns to leave me... |
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| ...contempt for me no doubt etched on her pretty face? |
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| Meanwhile my own face is etched with her bootdirt! |
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| I admire the backs of her socks as she walks away from me... |
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| ...the socks of a superior being... |
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| ...of a young woman! |
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| I hope this hiker-goddess will visit me again soon! |
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| It would be a crying shame never to taste her boots again! |
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| But soon my next customer is approaching |
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| Looks like I'm in for some sneaker-licking? |
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| Or maybe she just wishes her sneakers to be kiss-respected? |
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| Either way, it will be an honour for me! |
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| For these are the sneakers (and socks) of another fit, young woman! |
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| 'Kiss my foot, boy!' |
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| 'And the other one!' |



























