He sat me on his knee
I settled contentedly
he removed my pants
I gave him a confused glance
it's usually his pants that come off
and I jiggle until he says enough
that's just something we do
this is something new
His hands are where I pee pee
he's hurting me
I squirm he gets more excited
says "good girl I knew you'd be delighted"
he rubs in some cream
his eyes with hunger gleam
he hoists me up
and my bottom he cups
I giggle it seems silly
daddy trying to put me on his willy
Oh that hurts
I'm going to burst
I scream in agony
he abruptly removes me
rubs my face so gently
takes me and washes me
whispering its okay
no more play today
Daddy puts me to bed
stroking my forehead
wiping my eyelids dry
says baby girl don't cry
that night I bandaged my dolly's bum
I had no idea what was to come
that was only the start of his games
before I started using different names
YOU ARE READING
Daddy
PoetryWarning - May Trigger - The cover is a drawing of mine. A little girls tale an emotive poignant wail often told in flashback form this book is not the norm It may switch from point of view I'm sorry this fact I rue I wrote from the child's perspect...
