Crushed

gently at first, it begins.
tender soles rolling across
firm skins, applying pressure.

juice filled orbs
stretch and burst,
warm flesh oozes,exposed

as the weight increases
and the strokes speed
showing no mercy.

life's blood is squeezed,
sweetmeats are trampled
underfoot,wrenching out all

that was once fresh
and succulent, until only
an empty, bitter hull remains.

and having emptied you,
she retires to sip the wine
and consider future harvests.
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