Goodnight
By S&M

Goodnight baby, fall asleep.
Dream of castles in the sky,
laced-up dresses, gold crowns,
and a prince waiting by your throne.
Awake and you are what you have become;
eighteen and a dancing queen.
Platinum hoops whip across your ears.
Substitute ale with premium beer.
Black revealing corseted vest
that provoke breaths that can't leave your chest.
Glass slippers shattering over the floor
and your ankles bleed till you can dance no more.
But your hips still sway to draw his attention.
His snaky eyes brew more sexual tension.
Draw closer, weaving your own hypnotic trance.
Let him dominate you and carry you to his own land,
where pretty soon, you'll collapse to your knees.
Goodnight princess, say cheese.