Isolation baby desperation child
We met at the mouth
Under an envelope of envy
She whispered, "have your way"
Only youth kept me from obliging
Undeterred, she crawled upstairs
Now the smell of dew and bare ass
Bad things happen at the right moments
This one was no different
So I hugged her and said it would be alright
We cowered under a torn blanket
Long enough to simmer in sin
Then I suggested I drive her home
In the car she asked if I loved her
I just stared ahead
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