Bedside Clock

 
I am the clock beside her bed
I've watched her since she was eight
She used hear her stories read
Then sleep with teddy as a mate

As she got older I saw her grow
Developing with youthful vigor
Her hips rounded, face aglow
As her breasts grew bigger

Now she often shares her bed
A different boy each night
Entwined with her legs spread
I'm embarrassed at the sight