If Daddy Can, Then So Can I

November 2016

Something not too daring, or self-destructive

I’m looking for a distraction from

Wait… I’ve got it!

Left, left, left, pause, left, left, right, bingo.

It’s his last year in grad school

Someone I won’t run into

Blond with an Oscar winning smile

He will do.

Hi.

He invites me to his place off campus.

Even better, no paparazzi or cameras.

He’s a bit shorter than I imagined but

With the same chiseled cleft chin

His mouthwashed tongue stops me mid-sentence.

I’m dealing with a veteran.

I make my debut on his bed

Can my critic tell?

He moves over me deftly

I gasp to play my part well.

The show climaxes over my features

On my lips he paints a swirl

He coos, good girl, as I clean his tips.

Am I still Daddy’s good girl?

I’m asked for an encore, I receive a stunning review.

But just because Daddy can doesn’t mean I can too.