Dildo-Shaped Heart Box

Another lover, bathed in fire,
Another smothered by desire.
Truly tantalizing, it is,
Living in conditions like this.

She could have whoever she liked,
All the men that saw her would try.
She had legs that went for days,
Rendered them into a haze,

Supple hips, skin-tight outfits,
Pert, full bosoms, pouty lips,
Such a face that just could make
Any heart that still works break-

But there was something dark she wanted
From the hearts of those she hunted.
She would cut them out still-beating,
Watch as thoughts escaped them, fleeting,

Then when they were dead at last,
She burned the heart til it was ash,
With this ash she filled her dildo,
Then lay back against her pillow..

The glass-structured dildo fucked her,
Faster, faster, tempting rupture.
She pretended each one loved her,
"He gave me his heart" she'd utter.

But there was something dark she wanted
From the hearts of those she hunted.
Now she kept them in her head,
The one form of control she had.

The glass-structured dildo fucked her,
Faster, faster, tempting rupture.
She pretended each one loved her,
"He gave me his heart" she'd utter.

"Ow!" She yelped as the inside
Of her hurt so much that she cried,
The glass had fractured from the force
Of its invigorating course.

Red trailed across the floor
All the way to her bedroom door,
Down the hall and to the car,
But to this day, none know how far.

The glass-structured dildo fucked her,
Faster, faster, tempting rupture.
She pretended each one loved her,
"He gave me his heart" she'd utter.