Why do I only ever get to kiss beautiful young women's feet? And not even their feet - just their shoes? The reason, of course, is obvious - I am a public humble-head; out on the streets; it would be inappropriate for bright young women to bare their feet for me in public!
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| Humbled, yet again, at a beautiful young woman's shoes! |
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| Shoes and socks are all I ever get to see! |
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| Plus, if I'm lucky, the merest slither of soft, bare, feminine legskin above the sock! |
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| That's because I'm just a slave - a footkissing, public humble-head! I am not worthy to view any other aspect of my beautiful customer! |
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| The beautiful wearer of the shoes and socks kindly switches her feet in front of me |
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| Such a bright and intelligent young woman... |
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| ...way out of my league! |
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| It is an honour for me to even breathe in the same lowly air as her shoe and socks! |
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| I'm garbage - the garbage at her feet! |
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| Like all my customers before her, she soon turns her back on me... |
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| ...leaving me to rot in the dirt behind her... |
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| ...with only the lingering taste of her blue, canvas sneakers for company inside my menial mouth! |
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| Plus the memory of her blue socks! |
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| I humbly and wistfully watch as the sneakers and socks of my infinite better walk away from me |
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| A public humble-head's view of his beautiful customer's departing sneaker and sock! |
