I was playing ping pong with the little one
When she came in with the young man
Seeing that her hand was around his his waist, the little one asked me:
"Is this my real papa?"
I shook my head; dandruff fell on my shoulders
I shook hands with him; handed him flakes of d.
He was younger, taller, stronger
He lacked eyelashes
His feet were bigger
'I love him'
'You don't love me?'
'I love him more than I love you'

'Don't put the ball in your mouth'
I stood up and and walked over to them
I lifted his hand from her thigh
And moved it across my face
I climbed into his lap and kissed him-
On the mouth
'I love him for I love you
I love him through you
I am the Love King
I am the God of Love'
(The little one was blushing)