You adore my feet, and these filthy, beat down ballet flats dangle so deliciously from my toes. Just my toes holding them up, then flopping back to my heel, and you ache with every sway. Keep your eyes locked on the shine and the grime, feel that hungry pull as I tease you with every tiny movement.
This is foot ignore done right, designed to wreck you with longing. Breathe in the idea of my worn leather, imagine the scents, let each long inhale tighten your need. Watch, ache, and learn to crave my dangles like the perfect punishment they are.