Your spreading word about your so called God. Walk door to door. But then one behind one door, there she is. Looking like a Goddess with those legs in nylons and Louboutins. She invite you in, gives you a change. She takes your breath away, makes you feel so nervous. As she sits in front of you, your mind can ́t connect with your so called "God" anymore, every high heel dangle she makes, takes you into a new place. Place were you don ́t have to pretend to be someone that your not. Place that accepts you the way you are - a perverted foot addict. That warm spot at your new God. You know the...

Your spreading word about your so called God. Walk door to door. But then one behind one door, there she is. Looking like a Goddess with those legs in nylons and Louboutins. She invite you in, gives you a change. She takes your breath away, makes you feel so nervous. As she sits in front of you, your mind can ́t connect with your so called "God" anymore, every high heel dangle she makes, takes you into a new place. Place were you don ́t have to pretend to be someone that your not. Place that accepts you the way you are - a perverted foot addict. That warm spot at your new God. You know there was a reason why you picked that door on to knock. It ́s your life long purpose.