Untie the back of my dress,
I will unzip your trousers.
I saw you in the midst,
I saw you shift.
Did you know I was open?
An open daughter to your force.
You are the reason for my hormones,
the object of my arousal.
You are nameless to me,
but I am the most willing of slaves.
Let yourself grow onto my hands.
Let yourself grow into me,
stroke by stroke, deeper still.
Do you feel the way I have become
so obedient to your power?
You are my father this evening.
I want to have your baby.
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