Head-On

Depending on which angle they are coming at me from, I might get little warning that my next customer is approaching. But if they approach me from head-on, I get a glorious view of their SHOES and SOCKS before they even reach me. I can therefore prepare my menial mouth for appropriate service to their fabulous footwear!

This potential customer-mistress is approaching me from head on

So I have already been able to clock that she is wearing fabulous WHITE SNEAKERS and SOCKS!

Sure enough, said SNEAKERS and SOCKS stop directly in front of my face...

...giving me a privileged close-up and personal view of her lines of SOCK STITCHING!

I can thus fully prepare my menial mind for servitude towards her

She says nothing to me, chatting away continuously on her phone

But soon enough, her LEFT SNEAKER is presented to my lowly lips for default respect-kissing

I now have a full-on and uninterrupted view of her LEFT SOCK FRONT...

...as the WEARER of the SNEAKERS and SOCKS towers over me...

...still engaged in her telephone conversation high above me!

she doesn't stop talking even when she subliminally switches her SNEAKERED FEET in front of my face!

I now have a head-on view of her RIGHT SOCK...

...on her glorious and shapely ANKLE!

I glance over towards the sister SOCK again, and the SNEAKER I have already kissed

Such a fabulous pair of FEMALE SOCKS!

I should feel honoured to be down-in-the-dirt and in close proximity to such a pair of SUPERIOR SOCKS! 

All too soon, without a word of goodbye, the SOCKS turn their shapely backs on me and walk away

To them, I'm just another piece of trash, down amongst the other street trash

And they're right! The customer's SOCKS are right! I'm garbage!

The young-woman wearer of the SOCKS doesn't even spare a second thought for me as she abandons me

All I can do is forlornly, and lovingly, look towards the backs of her departing SOCKS...

...and wish that I could follow them to HEEL, and serve them all my days!


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