I Want A Girl With Shoes That Cut and Eyes That Burn Like Cigarettes

I want a girl with shoes that cut
And eyes that burn like cigarettes;
Lips that sting and nails that pierce
To jerk my body like a marionette.

My strings are made of razor wire;
Her plaything and her hostage.
My deepest desire, to be crushed
Under stiletto: effervescent carnage.

I want a girl who kisses brutal,
Leaves love bites on my porcelain neck.
Shattering with candid pleasure;
A fevered, impassioned wreck.

I want monstrous tendencies:
Raking skin - my flesh all skewered,
I want a girl with shoes that cut
And I want shoes that cut like yours.

The End

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