I’m gonna sit on your lap

make you hard

I know you hate disobedience

but the punishments make me smile

I want to make you mad

so you can take it out on me

once you get me tied up tonight

we won’t be getting any sleep

Your eyes just turned so dark

tell me Daddy, why is that?

are you angry or is it just your dirty thoughts?

Because I’d be more than willing to play them out

A sweet aroma, thin on my lips.

and their form,

of such brevity on the flesh,

on the scars still fresh.