Cinderella’s Fetish

Form: Italian Sonnet 1

An obsession once a cute quirk
Engaging her within my desire
Delicate feet dancing with fire
And I felt all my senses jerk
For her heart I was going berserk
With love and lust on a live wire
But too soon the passions turned dire
There are no more hours I can work
To feed her addiction and lust
For slippers, stilettos and boots
Finest leather just to tread dust
So many shoes her substitute
Destroying love, destroying trust
Her passion I once found so cute


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