Many consider love to be the devotion of most affection to a singular individual (or group, in polygamous culture), and marriage the mutual feeling of such devotion between a couple and the promise of permanence. Yet, despite what some interpret this tender, almost surreal amity, I prefer to approach the subject more harshly and tend to express my opinion more bluntly than that of the common lover. It is with this preface I daresay I love you, but the cost of our unconventional relationship in a closed-minded society may be too great for its sustainability. That would be, at least, if I weren’t as determined a fellow as I am. The type to shy from difference and suffer no risk ‘cept the daily commute? Such a man is not I. Your lucious toes await me, my dear, and my ravenous lips can starve no longer. Suckle them, slurp them, and kiss them, I may perhaps, for a toe with no master is as good as none at all.