- Erotic Poetry
- hurt me good
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Daddy, hurt me good. You sigh, Daddy turn off the light. Daddy climb
Into my little bed. The bad Daddy man in the baby girl’s tiny little bed:
It’s the movie in your mind every night. Daddy always locks the door.
He answers all your whispered questions. Yes. This does really occur.
You like to sing for daddy. Each moment is reminiscent of childhood,
warming your life like the fire behind you. It is just anyone's guess,
what you are doing in Daddy’s lap. You are doing what you want
to do. It was what daddy want you to do. Nobody forces you. Well, not
too much today, the day before, or the day after. With some initial
reluctance, that Daddy helps you overcome, you learn to beg. He chose
your dresses. He chose your underwear. Here are the pictures. Look at you:
smiling and waving and younger. The whole thing is made up of course,
What you recall is in your head. Daddy has all of those fictitious facts.
And Daddy, yes, Daddy calls the tune. Daddy? Yes, pet? Hurt me good.
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