by DaddyO
To scene with brooding Goth
Or unhinged industrial?
Instead, the kinks interweave
With bubblegum and power pop.
she poses as a parading
Pubescent pagan
Baring her bottom,
Skirt past her thighs.
her hair in shambles,
Twisted like yarn and yanked;
Bobbing up and down
her face opens wide and she accepts
In passive nods of dutiful confirmation
Baring her bottom again,
Skirt down to her knees,
Bent over the bed
Screaming: "Daddy!"
her breasts are wrangled
Free from her brassiere.
He contemplates her fate
With crop in hand
Baring her bottom once again,
Skirt down to her ankles,
Daddy begins the orchestrated sting.
In more than she can fathom
Slaps of lightning,
He demolishes her ability
To sit in comfort on His lap.