Required

You have an odd way of requiring “sir”.

Respect ground out of hurt, your status unearned.

A tremble of doubt, a flame to snuff out

a light like a feather, she’s hushed—all the better.

She’ll beg and she’ll bruise

The chamber you use

to hide all your faults

Your money: her vault.

 

 

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