Saturday.
He fondles his roses
as little Beth walks by,
holding her mommy’s hand.
When mother and daughter
are up the street a bit,
he palpates petals,
lets thorn press into his crotch.
He is that nice old retired preacher
from the middle of the block.
He babysits Beth while her mommy
goes to the gym.
His predilections are private...
secret...
No one knows.
No one knows but little Beth...
and all the little girls before her.
Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 9:20 AM UTC
Saturday.
He fondles his roses
as little Beth walks by,
holding her mommy’s hand.
When mother and daughter
are up the street a bit,
he palpates petals,
lets thorn press into his crotch.
He is that nice old retired preacher
from the middle of the block.
He babysits Beth while her mommy
goes to the gym.
His predilections are private...
secret...
No one knows.
No one knows but little Beth...
and all the little girls before her.
