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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