Early-Morning Sock Praise

My first early-bird customer of the day is local resident of the sink-estate, Ms Adeya madam, who often pops out of her flat for a quick cigarette prior to changing out of her nighttime attire or performing her early morning ablutions. I kiss her musty-smelling, soft slippers and admire her heavily creased bedsocks. Indeed, at one point Ms Adeya has me verbally praise her thick, grey, creased sock!

Not glamorous, I know – but a sink-estate stairwell footslave is here to serve the feet and footwear of his betters whatever their condition.

Kiss-respecting Ms Adeya madam's house slippers first thing in the morning...

...whilst she enjoys a cigarette high above me

Her slippers smell, and taste, musty

And I simultaneously get to admire the creases in her thick, grey bedsocks

Needless to say, the rest of her nighttime attire is none of my damn business

I'm just a sink-estate stairwell footslave!

My job is to kiss feet - the feet of my betters - down amongst the dirt and detritus

How she despises me - fabulous Ms Adeya madam

Occasionally she glances disparagingly down at me as I pay lip-servitude to her slippered feet

'Look up at my sock and praise it, slave!'

'Yes, Ms Adeya madam. At once, glorious Ms Adeya madam...

...Oh pray, Ms Adeya's sock, if it pleases you, Ms Adeya's thick, grey sock...

...truly it is my honour and my privilege to breathe in your aroma and to study your creases, Ms Adeya's sock...

...as you are Ms Adeya's sock, on Ms Adeya's foot, oh most beautiful sock. God bless you, Ms Adeya's sock!'

Having obediently praised my customer's sock, I resume my kissing of its accompanying slipper

I meant every word of praise for Ms Adeya's thick, grey, creased sock

For it is the sock of a goddess - of a local sink-estate resident

It is thus the sock of my infinite better!


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