Late-Night Promenaders

A happy couple of late-night promenaders stop to use me during their suburban stroll. Or, at least, the young woman does!

It is the woman that gleefully spots my humble head by the kerb

She begins by verbally mocking me in front of her male partner...

...before presenting me with her right foot for respect-kissing

Her sneaker tastes vile and her sock is plain grey

Hardly the most glamorous of late-night footwear to be presented to one's menial mouth!

But her sneaker, and its concomitant dirt, must nevertheless be respected!

For these are the sneakers (and socks) of my better...

...of a free citizen of the Gynarchy...

...who is, therefore, entitled to my slavish respect!

I must even look up to her SOCK!

For it is a SOCK OF GREATNESS, being the sock of a young woman!

Likewise, the master-sir's SOCKS in the distance are fully deserving of my slavish admiration and respect...

...being the SOCKS of a free male partner of a first-class citizen of the Gynarchy (i.e. of a young woman)!

Truly, I am surrounded by the SHOES and SOCKS of my BETTERS!

The customer-mistress switches her SNEAKERED FEET several times in front of my feetkissing face...

...just to 'rub in' my HUMILIATION!

The happy couple then resume their promenade together...

...gloating at their MASTERY over me!

I bow my humble head in reverence and abject shame behind their SUPERIOR DEPARTING FEET!

Truly their SHOES AND SOCKS are better than me!

I'm just a suburban, kerbside footslave

I'm a nothing and a nobody going nowhere - unlike these fabulous SHOES and SOCKS and their OWNERS!

Oh to be this young woman's SOCK...

...able to accompany her FOOT wherever it goes!

But, sadly, this SUPERB COUPLE'S SHOES and SOCKS are walking out of my lowly, static life!


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