You grow up and go from molested
to manically searching for a
father figure to help you be
a child with the power of sex
in the pit of your stomach quivering

You grow up and trust that
a higher power will understand
the feeling was scary and exciting;
it was a lesson learned too young
and it was being special

You grow up and find a man
as horney as your dad,
as unavailable, as sinful,
and you fear him as you love him.

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