Babyface - babyfeet

My friends call me babyface because my voice and face never got the memo about aging, and the ones with a cruel streak went for babyfeet after they clocked my tiny shoes. Lately they've been nagging me about my toes, and honestly I can't blame them. Those little pink nubs wiggle like they know people are watching, and my soles stay pillow-soft because they never see pavement. Do they look as fun to touch as they feel under my hands? The skin's smooth from tip to heel, and they flex just enough to give a peek of the creamy arch. Sometimes I wonder if anyone would bother ignoring the size and just... taste them anyway.