Sitting at your feet, waiting for attention.
Being the best girl I can be, striving for perfection.

When you glance down and smile, my body buzzes with joy.
I yearn to be used, touched, played with like a toy.

I submit myself to your hand with absolute trust.
Just a look can cause my spirit to soar high or be crushed.

When your gaze slides past me, unseeing, disconnected.
I feel empty, abandoned, completely rejected.

So I sit at your feet and wait for attention.
Longing for approval, hoping for affection.