High heeled inabitions
stamped their want
upon my back...

as she walked all over me,

her toes
stubbing out my *****
like a discarded cigerette...
causing searing pain
giving sincere pleasure.

Eyes bound could not see her
gagged mouth could not taste her
but I could feel her

tap dancing new tattoos
upon my calloused hands...

each graceful step
another movement
in her ballet of belittlement.

How I had begged

to play the lead.