Million Times Better Than Me

My mistress Mukta, who is a million times my better, is standing right next to me in her back passageway, but it is a moot point whether she will permit me to kiss her DIRTY SNEAKERS tonight, since she is seemingly preoccupied with her phone conversation high above me!

My humble head is right next to my mistress Mukta's FEET as she converses on the phone

I can only really hear half the conversation, but it is clearly a happy one, as my mistress is laughing and giggling

All I can do is study my mistress's SOCK, and hope against hope that at some point... 

...subliminally or otherwise, she will shove her DIRTY SNEAKER-TOE onto my menial mouth!

You see, I regard my mistress Mukta's SNEAKERS and SOCKS as my gods...

...since she is a million times better than me!

Every individual STITCH in her SOCK is worth more than me...

...being imbued with her goddess FOOT-DNA!

Every CREASE in her SOCK must be studied and admired...

...and I must never forget how privileged I am...

...to regularly be in the company of the SHOES and SOCKS...

...of such a BRIGHT and BEAUTIFUL young woman who is a MILLION times better than me!


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