She extends her control, she includes all around her.
She controls the most precious, the artistic tool her
be:
Her feet,
They, must be, perfect control.
They must, will, control everything,
They must, will, control everyone,
To perfection.
Perfect control over all.
The dancer's beauty is deceptive. She floats on the
air graceful with movement, so mesmerizing, so light, so easy.
So misleading this is.
She is powerful;
Too powerful to be ignored or denied, her strength
makes her movement, So effortless;
Her control makes her focused.
So focused.
With assurance, and slight arrogance or will she
continues, empowered, she will dominate.
Her dancer's foot is: beautiful, empowered,
enchanted.
Her foot is beauty in form and function, she will use
her foot as the tool to find, to subdue, to control her servant.
He will be fooled by her appearance of weakness, her
deceptive fragile beauty,
In truth, she will acquire him.
With sudden at once skill, her foot will attach,
her unknown strength now becomes known;
But too late, now, he belongs to her, he shall become
a receptacle for her feet, the perfect vessel for her feet to be in, protected,
secure, warm.
He will be a contribution, she will use him to
continue her perfect dance,
He becomes the purpose for her Pointe shoes.
He becomes the purpose for her ballet shoes, an
incubator, he will keep them for when she needs them.
She will convert him to her thoughts, her will.
He will no longer have a will of his own, he will try
to fight but the strength of her enchanted, her empowered feet, this will
overtake him,
it will drain him of his energy and go to her;
He will have no choice,
He can only accept;
He must, remain where he is,
There is no doubt, he cannot stop her, he will allow
her to continue her act of tethering her incredible foot into him,
securing it firmly,
securing it completely,
he can't move, no, he will not move now, he will
permit this, he can do nothing, she will have him.
He will come to realize, this is best for him,
He must learn to respect the beautiful ballet dancer
and her incredible feet,
He must bow before her and realize, he has been
defeated, as he should be.
Her foot, will stay attached to him, he's not going
anywhere,
he is weak, she is strong,
she is dominate, he is controlled.
He will not be able to resist her, she will have him
however she needs him,
she does not need a reason, she controls him because
she does,
this is how it is, this, is reason enough.
He does not know to resist, that is not
possible.
He will be what she wants:
A foot warmer; a foot rest; a barre; a prop;
he will kiss her feet;
he will kiss her Pointe shoes;
If he speaks out of turn she will silence him with
her enchanted dancer's foot, her arch of strength and certainty,
he will learn obedience to her, he will learn to not
question her, only do her bidding, he will learn, understand, appreciate.
He will see her dance, she will cause him to know;
he, will respect,
he, will adulate the ballerina at all times.
Her foot will penetrate deeper into him each day
until it has become one with his heart, he will then be forever lost to her.
So completely depended on her, so being under her
control,
Only one thought, only one goal he has,
Her thought, her goal.
Her foot now sustaining him, reminding him,
programming him, yes, the ballerina is to him, only control over him,
Her foot is his keeper, he cannot resist.
Her foot attached to him, her leg, a perfectly
extended tether;
No mere man with insignificant tiny thoughts of
strength can hope to remove it.
It is accomplished,
She has collected him now;
He is a part of her collection, forever under her
influence.
He cannot do a single thing on his own anymore,
He only now lives to be for her enchanted feet, her
feet work daily ever more into his heart,
Absorbing his energy, reminding him, this is how it
should be for him.
He has become . . .
. . .her dance adulation.
