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
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