sole satisfaction

girls and shoes, like rhythm and rhyme; they satisfy the sole. personally, feet disgust me. others revel in decorating them, colouring toenails, comforting the callouses; i prefer to ignore them. ignore the fact that i have wiggly clumps at the end of my legs. some have hundreds of shoes lined up like eggs in a row -- life can only be journeyed in the perfect pair. pastel pink, orange, stone brown; personally, i'd rather concentrate on decorating my face. it's at eye-level. i'll leave the cinderellas to their shoes and resist the female foot fetish.