Daddy's All Gone

The man puts on some soft, loving music for you

"Together be to us want I", I say, smile dissapearing

He begins to stroke your arm and kiss you deeply

My gaze goes down to my heart, letting your hands go

You lean backwards, legs becoming agape as he enters

I back away from you slowly, taking back your flowers

His deep strokes catch you in the essence of his sex

I back out of your house, knocking like a visitor

Your nails grip his arms as you come start to climax

I nervously walk backwards to my vehicle and hop in

He groans loudly as he releases his sperm in you

I drive back to the flower shop for a prompt refund

You lay your happy, sweaty bodies next to one another

I hurry back home and pick the phone back up quickly

You kiss and cuddle with him, caught up in the act

"Something you tell to need I" I say before you hang up

He falls asleep, and you look at him with your cute eyes

The phone rings, I dial your cell backwards, and hang up

Some time later, First Response says you're pregnant

Time goes in reverse and we start dating less and less

You and he commit to a be together to raise your child

You say yes before I have time to ask for a first date

The two of you attend ultrasounds and prepare a nursery

Our call frequency goes down, now I know less about you

One day, you feel your water break and are in labor

I breathe deep as I dial your number for the first time

You control your breathing and start to push hard

I give your number back to you, and take back my pen

The nurses say you're doing fine and you still push

Pen in my pocket, we talk in a backwards hidden language

With a hard push, your son's head makes it outside

You laugh before getting serious as I pick up my bag

Your son is born, prepped, and handed back to you

I get up from my seat and ask "Taken seat this is?"

His dad comes in to meet you as you name him Tate

I shake your hand and say "Brandon, is name my hi"

Tate's father pledges his undying love for you two

I politely walk away from the table you're sitting at

The three of you eventually go home as a new family

I smile in your direction and do a quick doble take

A year later, something goes wrong and dad's gone

I walk out of the library and get back into my car

Later, you desire a man's company, but it's too late

I was gone by the time Little Tate got here

-B