Glass Slippers
She dances with glass slippers,gliding across my plastic heart
scraping it slowly.
Her warm delicate kisses keep me up.
She keeping me warm till midnight
until she disappears.
A glass slipper is left,
alone and abandoned needing a foot to
caress, to hold, to bound, to trap.
And after all this time I've found you.
Beautiful thick hair that shines against the sun,
a cute giggle that always makes me blush,
a lovely and infectious smile that radiates mine.
You dance effortlessly,
as if you're ready to fly.
Sit down, lay back and let me caress your feet.
Message your heel and toe, slowly positioning my hands.
Bending - snapping your heel, slowly crushing - breaking toes.
Molding your feet into perfection.
A sharp, tight squeeze,
blood lubricates, as the glass cuts
into your skin, carving it into proper shape.
I know it hurts, but you're the one I want,
until you disappear.
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