Pedophile
Her skin is smooth and russet
From playing in the sun.
It makes it hard to believe she
Was born just five years ago.
Her lips are petite and rounded
Like the lollipop I gave her.
You are what you eat and
She always chooses sweets.
Her cheeks glow when I push her,
On the swing, high into the sky.
Does she detect that my hands are
Reaching lower and lower on her back?
She took the fire on her head
Straight from her mother’s scalp.
I married her but somehow the Little
Mermaid captured my attention more.
Her eyes are so naïve and clear
When she’s sitting close beside me.
They stay so when I touch her
Because she possesses my trust.
Her mother put me in charge
of her evening bath time.
What if she knew that every night
I brought her child to a world of ecstasy?
She giggles unknowingly as
I violate and enjoy everything pure.
But how can I resist those sweet,
childish lips and this ghastly attraction?
this is kind of creepy, but, hey, thats okay, i'm used to creepy stuff...
jk.
this was as samsal said, sad...
but dont think it needs to be longer. it portrays the emotion--however intended--in the length its at right now. nor do i think that it's missing anything....its perfectly fine just as it is...in my opinion, anyway...
good job!
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Samsal wrote:this is really something else. this poem brings emotion to me. it is very sad. i like it how it is but i do think that something else could be done. it seems to be missing something that i cannot put my finger on, but good job anyway. i would love to know where you got you inspiration from.
this is really something else. this poem brings emotion to me. it is very sad. i like it how it is but i do think that something else could be done. it seems to be missing something that i cannot put my finger on, but good job anyway. i would love to know where you got you inspiration from.
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