Age Gap

[The girl in the poem is definitely older than 18yo]

I really love age gaps.
I love being younger and smaller and and naive,
having my age mentioned because I'm just soooo young for you
making me believe you're just so much wiser, I am dumber so true.

Basking in the wisdom of your lap,
Believing you have all the answers up your sleeve.
You know everything, I don't.
You've been through so much in your lifetime, I haven't.

And I love dressing up in school-girl attire,
With pigtails and bows in my hair,
Struggling with tasks so dire,
Dependent on you, beyond compare.

I just need help with everything.
I need assistance, I'm just so dependent and young.
You have so much experience, while I have none.

Walking hand in hand, people stare,
Thinking you're my father, not my lover,
But I don't mind, I'm unaware,
Lost in the feeling of being smaller and under.

I cling to your fingers, not your hand,
Molded by your guidance, so strong and true,
I love being so small that you can
just guide me and move me.

And so I'd call you "daddy"
because it makes sense, doesn't it?
I'm so mailable and impressionable and naive.
God, do I love it.