A Little Black

A Little Black

You think my black heels
are the keys to any man's lust
and my little black dress
is the tie for wrists to headboard

You're right

I don't just know what to do
I know how to say it
and like Sherlock for mercy
your boyfriend would twice scream my name
pronounced correctly

It's not my underwear's job
to lace up anyone's fidelity
nor is it the work of my leather corset
to bind your partner to your side

Be his follow-me-home-and-do-me boots
and wear him up to your thighs

Hold him with love
dressed in a little black

April 4, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen

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