soft iron
lashes long, you're at my mercy when i look at you like this; you're unsure but i promise it's warm in my arms and if you're careful enough i will take care of you
i will let you sleep in and bring you a cup of tea in the afternoon
dresses long, you're at my mercy when i move for you like this; i'm unsure but i'll let you touch me
pour into me, you fool, or leave my depth alone, my home is not your convenience motel
skirts short, you're at my mercy when i reach for you like this; the truth is i don't think you could handle me
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Poetrypoems about broken homes, friendzones, death, everything your heart does not desire
