Miss

I glimpse her across the room. Her lips play toward a smile, And we approach, Silent as a tome, And ever quick to rile, We get close. The dress she wears consumes, My ever growing eye, As I whisper in her ear. The crowded room resumes, And our hands touching in constant vie, As we from here disappear. Up the stairs we climb, I tend her excited wile, And toss her facedown to the bedpadding. The view from behind, Has me stare awhile, I strike her firm and she cries, Daddy.