The Call, 2nd draft

Jun 22, 2015 09:26

The phone rings, it's late, it's eleven o clock.
He says sorry if I woke you but I just had to talk
I saw this actress, and she had your hair
I'm sorry, I'm sorry I was never there

She sits up and pulls away from me
Cradles the phone and looks at the sea
Father, have you forgotten it's graduation day
Father, I waited for your call
Father, do you love me at all

The phone rings, it's early, it's seven o'clock
She says I'm sorry I called but I just have to know
Are you just using me, and if not,
where can this possibly go

Do you really love me, are you going to leave me?
She cries louder than the crashing sea
Hush, my child,I am here waiting in your bed
Waiting to caress your sweet shaven head

That night she comes over and over and under
And after we're finished, I lie there and wonder
How long it's been since was I twice her age
And if we're still in the infatuation stage

If I can still clearly remember the day
When I couldn’t let myself feel this way
Fearing someone would come inside my battleworn heart
And once they were past my fear, they’d find nothing to hold dearly to

And in the still hours of the night
She wakes me, all in a fright
She says, Daddy, I had a nightmare
Daddy, I thought I was alone

Hush my darling baby girl,
Daddy's here.

poem, kink exploration, artisan puppet

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