You are here
These women's weapons find you well
Not a scratch
Not a mark
How fortunate in these times of war
Tear stained
I serve
But not without grace
Lovely
So brutal
Sharpen your sword
You will need it
Above me as always
A hand between my thighs
Ethereal abyss
The whiskey breath
Everything you do
Breathing down my neck
Sweetness lay down
Your jealous bones to rest
I cannot blame Autumn
Therefore, I blame you
