Daddy’s View

***I am working on a series of poems as they speak to me dealing with a specific kink. The Daddy/babygirl relationship between two consenting adults. Please read with that in mind and no judgement.

This poem continue from Daddy’s babygirl and Brat at Play.

I wonder

does she even realize

what I see

when she is on her knees?

Her devotion

her trust

blind me

those doe eyes

glistening with desire

gasps of air 

as she tries to breath

amongst the throes of her orgasm.

Her skin

flushed red

blush pink

responding now

to the slightest of touch

to the merest breath

enough really to drive her over the edge.

I become lost in her moans

as her body writhes

beneath my skilled fingers

playing her like an instrument

changing the tone

the way she gasps

with each press of my tongue.

I am lost within her

my babygirl

my delight

I wonder if she knows

really knows

how beautiful she is tonight?

©Nov. 26/19

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Sacrifice I must

This cannot be real.

this cannot be true 

allow me to awaken

from this nightmare.

Pull in close

lock the door

bar the windows

love lives here no more.

Not even willing

not even a chance

that I am willing

to allow myself to live

to allow myself to love

pain

too much to take

burned one too many times.

She blew in during the night

sashaying

hips swaying

lust first filled my veins

I opened the door to let her in.

Talk

talk

talk

I could listen to her forever

her hopes

her dreams

her needs

her desires

suddenly…..

There was…..

there is no turning back.

She has wormed her way under my skin

becoming an oasis

a warm shelter

that I crave

even as I push her away.

This cannot be real.

This cannot be true.

Even as I watch her walk away

I feel her pain.

She walks on

with nary a glance back

so I see not her tears.

She shall never know

my heart rended

I know this is what I must do.

For her.

 

©Nov. 26/19

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