Goddess Nyla

On your knees foot boy, and give the bottoms of my feet a dirty kiss. Your obsession is getting out of control, but you’ve never seen feet

Upon the cliffs where waves collide,
A siren sings to draw men’s pride.
Her voice, a lure both soft and cruel,
Beckons sailors to

After a long, demanding day, I find the ultimate indulgence in you, my devoted footstool. I place my elegant feet upon you, and you become

So soft and arched, wrinkled and every fine line is a statement of her beauty. She walks on perfection and all you want to do is get on