My Father

Father, joke, poem, short, story, sex,

With her fingers of treacle she touches my groin,

It creates a stupendous feeling inside of my loin.

She begins to excite me and give me an idea of what is to come,

Im dreading the future soon to abstain from.

With a delicate touch and a loving stroke,

I can't help but work myself to an automatic choke.

I seize my grasp on her hair.

Its with great exuberance I release my flare.

I look at her with a loving stare. 

We consummated a child without a glare.

Its inside her womb which only she can bear,

My child is my life in which only we can care.

It started with lust and a loving touch,

little did we know our lives would equate to so much.

We created a child into a world with so much hate,

Thank god I was kind enough on the first date.

Little did I know I would be in this position, 

regardless of this unritualistic tradition.

I was about to bring a child into this unstable world.

in what seemed nothing more than a one night twirl.

Eighteen years later we had a man, 

tall and proud he stood with an impeccable tan.

Little did I know he wasn’t my son.

He was the product of a bet the baker won...

Reviews

[alanwgraham]

Very witty story Benjamin and I like the funny punchline at the end but unless I´ve got it all wrong shouldn´t it be ´he wasn´t my son´?
Well done,
Alan

[Benjamin Andrianiko]

Thanks for the edit? Jesus, can’t believe I missed that! It takes away the whole poem 😩
Great observation. Thanks Alan. 👍