Erotic PoetryOh, Play Me FatherFather told me I had
an aura of innocence
as I sat on the wood bench
his organ before me
arranging the hem of my dress
so it fell below the knee
I looked up wide-eyed
hoping he didn’t spot the plea
in my legs, shaking
my thighs wet with need
the tremble in my hand
as my fingers met his keys
I longed to show how quickly
I could turn girl of the hour
flip up my Sunday dress
unleash my wayward power
but today we prayed
and I played
innocent
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