Filling My Empty (Daughter's Poem)

This is the fourth poem about daddy’s daughter. She’s sixteen, an honor student, and her name is Grace. She recently learned she’s pregnant from her first sex with a boy who disappeared. We readers know that her father probably killed him.

Grace is expecting a daughter and planning to name her Tara after her mother who died five years before. Her father is preoccupied with his grief and emotionally absent for Grace, though obsessed with her purity and academic success.

After her first sex and then the boy’s absence, Grace has become obsessively involved with older men as a way to fill her emotional emptiness. The following poem tells of one night with such a man who seemed to find pleasure in her pregnancy.

I imagine my future daughter, Tara
As she eavesdrops in on my life
What sounds must she be hearing
As a man slides in and out

Tonight’s man was kind and tender, different from some others
He held my hand and kissed the my stomach
Whispering, “Someday you’ll feel the sunshine little one.”
Then he kissed my lips and held me warm and tight

Later that evening we began to fuck
Did Tara hear his cock smoothing in and out?
Or my desperate moans of pleasure filling my emptiness?
Did she hear slut-sounds of a man’s intruding lust below her?

For the moment I fell into his embrace
Writhing under his deep thrusts, this man himself a father
I thought of his wife and child, what must they feel tonight
Do they know my emptiness erupting for a moment in delight?

For now, this man is mine alone, locked in my embrace
Stealing love that should be theirs, but now no turning back
From recent experiences, I felt the moment his cum might flow
I thought, ‘Why waste seed?’

In a shaking voice I said, “My face.” He understood and smiled
I knelt before his shinning cock eyes gazing up in child-like awe
Basking in the control I had to bring a man such ecstasy
As he looked down into my once innocent soul

One hand caressed my face and he stared into my eyes
His back arched and his burning cock firmly touched my nose
His flush pink head sent jets of cum over eyes and hair
I felt the streaks of heat landing, pausing in silence to know my sin
 
Opening my eyes, I saw his smiling face, pleased at what he’d done
I rubbed him against my cheeks licking at his cream
My daddy’s girl now worships before a man she barely knows

Naked beneath my one-night lover, his lust dripping slowly down
I said, “It’s alright daddy. I’m doing what I must.”
My man looked down confused at my cum covered face
Then smiled and said, “I’d be proud to be your daddy.”