I'm going to slowly slip my soft cotton thigh-high socks off, teasing you playfully with my wrinkled soles and perfect pedicured toes. Then I'm going to ask you to count the ways you adore me, all the perfect places on my body that are too delicious for words. I know you wish my little toes were wrapped around you while you whisper your adoration into my soles. This is goddess worship at its finest, savor the pure pleasure of gazing at perfection.