Daddy Tastes Good…

My long red tongue I use to taste my daddy,

He calls me his buddy, his little laddie,

I lick him in bed; I lick him on his face,

Boy does his beard retain all his tastes…

I love to clean his arms so much too,

They taste so good I wish he had two,

Oh yeah he does, sorry I have no clue,

I wish he had four or more that would be nice too…

When storms do come through, I huddle near him,

He lets me, as he knows I love him without any doubt,

When I am all huddled against the thunder,

That is when I have to taste him just under,

He lets me lick wherever it is I want,

Although if he has to move, he sure does grunt…

                        © Rufuz – 5.20.2004