A beautiful young woman - an incoming goddess - walks confidently towards me in her smart, bank-teller's uniform, complete with click-clacking, patent blue leather heels!
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| Incoming goddess alert! |
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| Her shiny, blue heels click clack confidently across the yard |
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| They stop directly in front of my confined face - as if challenging me! |
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| Then the right shoe is suddenly, and unceremoniously, shoved towards my menial mouth for a lick and a shine! |
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| Swiftly followed by the left shoe - slightly raised off the ground so that my tongue might make contact with the dirty shoe-sole! |
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| The high heels cause the bank-teller goddess's feet to arch in front of my face... |
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| ...thereby emphasising their superiority over me! |
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| Meanwhile, the pretty wearer of the shoes looks down on me with wholly justifiable contempt |
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| I'm just a lickshiner of shoes, down amongst the dirt! |
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| The superior shoes then turn their backs on me... |
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| ...showing me a clean pair of heels! |
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| I yearn to crawl after them... |
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| ...as such superb shoes should be continuously licked! |
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| But I am left looking at the soles - soles whose dirt is now, partially at least, inside my dirt-receptacle mouth! |
