I like them an awful, awesome lot.
Like the fifth grader with the leetle teeny butt that I walk behind on the way to the boy's school each morning. Mhm, like that a lot. Not sure why, but definitely do.
But damn, none of these do I like nearly so much, much less love, like the one that says she loves me just like this.
You can't know, see? 'Cause you ain't me. But that's okay, 'cause I don't need you to know.
But yeah, that one, for sure. She's little, too (but that's icing), and she's young, too, lots younger than me, young enough to be my daughter, even, by a lot (but, again, more icing), but where the real cake is, when she says, "yes daddy."
That's everything. That's fucking everything. Someday, and hopefully not before too long, or worse, before it's too late, she's gonna lie on her tummy, and suck her thumb, and I am gonna totally, totally have her, all mine, all the way.
You don't know pretty, take my word for it.
Damn. Smiling so much. Someday: "fuck me, daddy."