If he only knew the things that you liked to do, you wouldn’t be daddies little girl any more would you? Street Corner to street Corner, from crayons to cash, you now have an addiction a secret sin that could be your final crash.
A chance you take for a thrill, yet you know if he ever found out his heart you would kill. Slowly burning in a good way, you forget the name that is on your lips and you cry out in the darkness.
Just for the record here, your going to go to hell, you are going to break and all your secrets, you will tell, wait, wait, wait! There will be an audience, so it might call for a proper introduction.
Your eyes silently promise from across the room, your body the down fall, the cause of your doom. This evening is already ending, from that moment you’ve been out of place and undresses. Was there ever a plan?
Choke back tears, you created your self, so don’t pretend to be lost. Never looking better, this is the final act, go honey one more time they yell! Shake that ass! Have you seen you self? Have you looked at the shattered reflection in the
Author notes
I was in a really odd mood when I wrote this...
Comments
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this is really good. many young girls do things their parents would not be happy about if they knew...im at fault there. but sometimes like u said it becomes an addiction... very good...keep it up


