She’ll never say a word

By: Danny Dodger

Play a little game of Don’t Wake Daddy

Silence, filthy girls, black satin with white stains

Searing torrid breath in the valley on her torso

Tingly sensation and numbness in her denims

Converse some sullied terms to get it going

Panting, perverted mentalities, nude upper bodies

Grunts of frustration ricochet on her ears

Guilty satisfaction licking between her legs

Receive a couple threats then make one back

Whimpers, misty verdict, steamed mirrors and windows

Devious sneaky hands slither to stroke her tenderness

Affection crammed kisses on her luscious pouting lips

Uh oh someone woke daddy present he stands

Screeching, disgusted fears, cataclysmic footsteps

Fists packing excruciating blows on her jaw

Rage accommodated eyes glaring down at her

God thinks she’s a whore well she thinks gods a prick

Laughing, crazed intentions, pocket knives in filthy girl’s hands

Pierce blackened hearts with tarnished innocents

Fracture the skeleton of prejudice then shove it in the closet

He was such an idiot, listen to me my dearly beloved

Cop sirens, counterfeit sorrow, two girls crying their tears

“I won’t tell if you won’t”, she’ll never say a word