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I Couldn't Look Away
Molly was spending the summer with me and my new wife so she could catch up on some classes needed to graduate from high school. She'd become a beautiful young lady and I worried that being the new girl in town might distract from her studies.
Molly must have forgotten about our security system. I heard movement in the living room and checked the monitor. Watching her that way felt awkward but I couldn’t look away.
I remembered how as an infant she sucked my ex-wife’s breasts as if desperate for life. I loved watching her feeding and seeing the satisfaction on my young wife’s face as she shared herself in motherly love.
I knew something of what this unworthy boy was feeling and resented him for it, but still, I understood. The scene was as beautiful as it was troubling.
Did he appreciate the significance of what was being given? Did he sense my daughter's desire for life as I’d seen it grow in her over the years? Or, was her affection being wasted on a boy simply satisfying adolescent cravings, oblivious to the gifts he was receiving?
Regardless of the truth behind what I was seeing, I couldn't look away.
Molly must have forgotten about our security system. I heard movement in the living room and checked the monitor. Watching her that way felt awkward but I couldn’t look away.
I remembered how as an infant she sucked my ex-wife’s breasts as if desperate for life. I loved watching her feeding and seeing the satisfaction on my young wife’s face as she shared herself in motherly love.
I knew something of what this unworthy boy was feeling and resented him for it, but still, I understood. The scene was as beautiful as it was troubling.
Did he appreciate the significance of what was being given? Did he sense my daughter's desire for life as I’d seen it grow in her over the years? Or, was her affection being wasted on a boy simply satisfying adolescent cravings, oblivious to the gifts he was receiving?
Regardless of the truth behind what I was seeing, I couldn't look away.
Published 27th Oct 2022
Author's Note
Not a poem so much as a quick story. Looking back, I'm a little embarrassed at how I invaded my daughter's privacy last summer. She spent several weeks in my home and it was inevitable that she would attract the local boys' attention.
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27th Oct 2022 3:49pm
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27th Oct 2022 8:06pm
28th Oct 2022 6:45am
Not been a father so not had that experience but poem and picture inspired this rhyme at thoughts that might go through my mind:
Was like seeing two animals
begin their mating rituals.
He'd come, like bee to honeypot,
and let her taste what he had got.
I watched their larkings in the buff,
thought, "Where did she learn to do THAT stuff?"
My sex talks with her had been tame,
restricted to how babies came.
I'd never enjoyed in my youth
being pleasured that way down south.
But here my girl seemed not too shy
to spend time unveiled with this guy;
hoped he was appreciating
her act of oral devoting,
and would not go away to boast,
mark her as notch for his bed post.
Was like seeing two animals
begin their mating rituals.
He'd come, like bee to honeypot,
and let her taste what he had got.
I watched their larkings in the buff,
thought, "Where did she learn to do THAT stuff?"
My sex talks with her had been tame,
restricted to how babies came.
I'd never enjoyed in my youth
being pleasured that way down south.
But here my girl seemed not too shy
to spend time unveiled with this guy;
hoped he was appreciating
her act of oral devoting,
and would not go away to boast,
mark her as notch for his bed post.
28th Oct 2022 12:23pm
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