In name of art
& awakened second skin
the subelties of a well turned fetish heel
spinnings of black silken gossamer
a perfumed strand cast
unto the void
Worlds do grow around you
Our webs are spun
the inescapeable art
in bondage of the self
they learn
in future ancient times
to become remembered
as to others of the fetish mind
one last hope
May We remind them
in eventuallity beyond
the body of the flesh
into fetish latex made skintight
chill enbalm & breathe
your 'moth to the flame' liberation
shall be a cool as cucumber meditation
and light shall dawn
where great fortune toward the creation ahead
laced , spread~eagled , high of heel ,
upon a surface steeped in time
unnaturally exquisite
T R A N S F O R M
with all her world an oyster
she may as well get used to iT ^*^
Mistress Sabrina BlazE ^*^
