Is It Poetry
Daddies Gentle Hand - Poem by Is It Poetry
It felt the heat; ; Of its Mendoza pulley...
press deeply between its thighs confidence
it's betrayed L' innocence lost 'l' love was its
'disguise It 'l' held narrowly,
Its voice so much gently Its temptation, it's praise careful,
Professes, incentive, councils Ainsi it could have its manners.
To be unaware of its naivety lamp-shade with it trusting eyes
voracity of its virginity with its threats and lies egoistic.
The contract now made temporarily it is satisfactory,
with its appetite hungers still for what its small body can provide.
Filled of confusion torment and unmerited shame; ;
Its cap d' child stolen 'piped' by unfair,
a heart-suction of the play Unworthiness of survival
with dignity his life is changed for always.
Its secrecy well-is hidden behind its pleasant and
And its charitable and Christian heart
single/married suspects prays child molest ant the partition.
The invisible bars imprison its heart with being
with martyrdom contradicted and pain its unforgivable
sin maintained living on and on several occasions
restored by its memory thus it never finishes; ;
For always it takes it apart And Always he will gently gain.
By watching her guide..daddies gentle hand..
Searching for that face on the side walk, driving by.
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