It is clear, I would say, from the divine images, My feet want your face under them, I want you to smell them, you must want to lick them, you won't be able to help but want it, because now you are Mine

It is clear, I would say, from the divine images, My feet want your face under them, I want you to smell them, you must want to lick them, you won't be able to help but want it, because now you are Mine