You're just my little foot slave, tied up on the floor beneath my desk while I work outside, wearing flip flops. You're so close yet so far from my perfect feet, you can't reach them, you can't lick them but you can sniff as I stretch and wiggle my toes in those barely there flip flops. My feet look so good in these sandals you can't take your eyes off them, for as long as I'll allow you the honor.

You're just my little foot slave, tied up on the floor beneath my desk while I work outside, wearing flip flops. You're so close yet so far from my perfect feet, you can't reach them, you can't lick them but you can sniff as I stretch and wiggle my toes in those barely there flip flops. My feet look so good in these sandals you can't take your eyes off them, for as long as I'll allow you the honor.