Strung Like Her Heart

She prowls the night like a feral beast Her face a mask of pleasure Yet with the strings of her heart she cannot let go She tempts them into her web feeding on their dispair The strings of her corset so tight As each one of them fails to enchant her She shoots them down with evil glances The strings they bind and constrict She is beauty and not humble She uses her gifts for her pleasure Constriction, she loves the feel, the control Each failed attempt spurs her on She attacks, its all she can do Her heart once broken is now repaired She feels nothing but the pleasure in their pain The solace of her being is too pure for even her With strings she holds her heart closed She enjoys the attention Taking what she can and giving nothing back Her heart, like her corset is strung tight Warding off prying, unwanted intrusion