High Heels Worship in Silence

Description: Eyes locked on my sharp stilettos. i don’t look at you. i don’t speak because you’re nothing. just stroke in silence while my heels click slowly, arches flexing, red soles owning your weak mind. leak. edge. throb desperately as i ignore you completely - scrolling, crossing legs, dangling one shoe like you don’t exist. these heels are your everything.