Barefoot in the grass. Under the night sky. I let my perfect feet press into the earth while you watch like the desperate little nothing you are. You’ll never touch them, but you’ll ache for every grain of dirt, every blade of grass clinging to my soles. I twist, rub, smear… and you stare, wishing you were beneath it all. This isn’t for affection. This is for humiliation. For breaking you. For reminding you how far beneath me you really are. Filthy. Bare. Beautiful. Exactly what you’ll never deserve.
