HEELS
Give away her gowns,
Give away her shoes,
She has no more use
For her fragrant gowns;
Take them all down,
Black,blue, green, lilac,
Pink, violet, red, purple,
From their padded hangers;
She will dance no more
For I, or tantalise,
In her narrow booted shoes;
Sweep her high shoes from
My closet room... as requested.
posted by Madame Morgaine 297 @ 8:30 pm
9 Comments:
At 9:23 pm, November 05, 2006,
3274 said…
It is sad that it has come to this. I wish it could have been different.
At 9:28 pm, November 05, 2006,
Madame Morgaine 297 said…
Wish for what? I am in my coffin cold as marble, you are wishing for more of life, fireworks?
At 9:30 pm, November 05, 2006,
3274 said…
Then stop pissing about and ask for the creature you want. You might be surprised by my response.
At 9:46 pm, November 05, 2006,
Madame Morgaine 297 said…
To have and to hold from this day forward. I will settle for no less.
At 9:48 pm, November 05, 2006,
3274 said…
Yes
At 9:49 pm, November 05, 2006,
3274 said…
But to have and to hold what?
At 9:55 pm, November 05, 2006,
Madame Morgaine 297 said…
A wife plus slave of my making. HOLD perhaps an item in my marble box
At 9:58 pm, November 05, 2006,
3274 said…
Then don't just dream about it. I beg that you accept me as your wife and slave. Design my body. Make me hold anything. Put into my body anything you desire. Thereto I plight thee my troth.
At 11:39 pm, November 05, 2006,
Madame Morgaine 297 said…
Suck on heel, wonder where it was before?
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