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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