I’m still your little girl, Daddy...
You whisper in your sleep again
roll over
then shiver.
His precious angel
once sporting bouncing pigtails
an innocent grin
with dolls and dreams
has now become my whore
my lover
my one night a week distraction.
I’ve been so bad
Yes, my child, you have.
Dirty tongue and nasty hands
roaming your body...mine
minutes lost and names screamed in pleasure, pain, or something in between
Stop...
stop and breathe
Punish me...
All in due time,
my dear daughter.
All in due time.
I’ll give you a bad cover version
of a parent...lover...friend...
as long as you still leave my bed come morning...
And fifty remains the cost. |
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