daddys' gerl...

there was a girl
i once knew
who blew my mind in bed.


blowjobs in a crowded bar,
fingering her at work.
this girl made my world shine,
with a dirty smirk.


a riding crop we did include.
she liked it very well.
"my butt is  sore"
she'd later say.
"do you want to see it swell?"


then one night
while spanking her great ass,
she started down a course,
that was not her normal sass.

what carnage one word does.
i rue the day, alas.

"oh daddy" she cried,
"your little girls been bad!
spanking her is good for you!
The best i've ever had!"


given pause i did abate.
she noticed my instant hesitate.


"Baby?"
she implored me with her eyes.
but flaccid i'd become.
and then of course came her tears.
but right then we were done.


i could not be the man she wanted,
no matter how i tried.
a "daddy-guy" i couldn't be.
the romance quickly died.


i think of her now and then,
fondly and with glee.
if not for that one small quip,
a couple we would be.


we all devolve
when in our carnal throws.
things are said and deeds are done,
that make our bodies flow.

but daddy talk is one thing,
that made this man say no.