Ready for Bed

I'm waiting in my black dress for "papa";
I'm sitting on the bed; I'm hoping he
Will take me to a place where I can star
And really be my "daddy's" fantasy;

I wonder if he glimpses someone cute,
Or someone rather sexy on the bed?
I wonder if my presence stirs the root,
Swelling in his trousers - has shame fled?

I muse on whether shame is mine or his
And then decide that my blushes belong
To him for all his kindness; and the bliss
He will bequeath to me before too long;

I'm pleased that I relax him; I digress,
While waiting for "papa" in my black dress...