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I love the lines. May 19th, 2004 11:48:42 pm EST
A friend of mine today asked how it felt to have been with C for so long. "He is so paternal." she commented."Always telling you what to do." I can not help but to laugh. She then said that he was "soooooo old!" I could only smile. For he is my Daddy, my lover, my brother, my best friend, my husband,and my arch enemy. At night when my legs tangle with his, i can not tell which part is me and which part is him. Not to say that i am not on occasion startled by the age gap. 17 years is vast. Enough for him to be my father, the gap between my love and i is only a year short of the gap that exsistes between my child and me. Does C veiw me as his little girl? Sometimes, and I thank god for that. For i always needed a daddy. A sugar daddy, a salty daddy,I love C being my Daddy. I do not care who knows it. For I want him, i want us. I want my daddy forever, cause i am never going to grow up. I love you C. Even when you think you are old. I love the lines that fan out from his eyes, and the grey that has sprinkled his hair,I love his older rough hands. I adore that fact, that me, a fatherless child, found her father at last.
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Mood: contemplative
bored@work- May 20th, 2004
who's your daddy?? say it--yell it--scream it--
WHO's you DADDY???@??!?!?!?!?
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