Queasy Poem by Jessy Liz

Do I make you weak in the knees?
Are you gonna be easy?
Come on, baby, bleed for me.
I'll hand over my pistol-
You've got one bullet.
Aim for the heart, love,
And remember it.
Because when that silver misses me
You'll start to get queasy.
Let me tell you, Romeo-
I'm not that easy.
Then you're mine..
Your hands, your neck..
My lips against you-
Oh, sweetheart, you're a wreck.
So aim it one more time,
This round I'll play blind
And when you miss me again your soul is mine.
We can play darts, love,
With sharpened butcher knives.
You can hold my eyes shut,
Or come up from behind..
But, doll, you'll miss me every time.
Raven curls and a snowy smile..
I'll have you going for miles..
And when you're breathless I'll ask, quite pleased-
Do I make you weak in the knees?
Are you gonna be easy?

Come on, baby, bleed for me.