Impregnated

She sits there
 
 
And she thinks......  
 
And she processes.....  
 
And she wonders.....  
 
Her mind racing a thousand miles an hour  
Emotions up and down and all around  
Uncomfortable in this world unbound.  
 
Impatient…. and yet reluctant    
To know of what is to be expected  
 
So much value on that little stick  
Waiting for the rain to play its trick.  
 
But playing the game is rough  
Nothing she does now will be enough.  
 
And all those thoughts swarming in her head….  
Soon she’ll know if she was bred.  
 
Master fucked her good and hard  
He showed her who was in charge.  
 
In time she’ll learn what she needs to say  
Good or bad it may be    
“Daddy, happy Father’s Day.”