mistress tiny
young and fair
sweet surrender
to whoever's there
mistress tiny
young and sweet
don't you look good enough to eat?
mistress tiny
my incurable disease
i must have more
she aims to please
mistress tiny
and her addictive upkeep
that form so smooth
felt even as i sleep
mistress tiny
i must make you mine
i'll lock you away
if it keeps you by my side
mistress tiny
my one obsession
my deep penetrating
perfect intentions
mistress tiny
be the death of me
i'm so high i care not
all that matters is she
Thus the wise said it's a cruel world. Your poem has a very mature approach to the disturbing truth. A good work.