My Twenty Year Old Lolitabyvrosej10©
When you and your mother arrived, you were hiding your gaze from mine
And when we took our time shopping for a wedding dress; you so were impatient
I wanted white but you insisted on that floral dress, fifties style, button-fronted
So you pitched a fit till you got your way; undoing those buttons later, we will kiss
But for now, you tremble inside at the sight of me and this reticence excites me
It's hard to fight my urge to crush you; resisting, I offer tea but you whine instead
Whilst your mother smiles and serves you up plain, as was always the plan.