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The 14 year old girl

 You'd think for a 14 year old she's on a unicorn hovering about to and fro in dreams and paradise of her own making.

Taking care of her little dolls brushing their blond brunet beauty to shine and sparkles.

No, no!

She's online on that website, you know, for grown up men who think 14 year olds are to live for, are the flame that'll lit up their lost youth to a noticeable state.


Her father knows about it, hell he even watches her every night before he sleeps,

He gives her tips and tell her to do things 

I mean to an old man such as he, family is but a graze compared to pleasure and youth.


Mom doesn't know, mom buys her daughter the toys she keeps in her closet most of them she gave away, who'd play with barbie when barbie doesn't give huge tips.

She doesn't play house or dress up you know, she's too grown for that.


She gazes into the esteemed eyes of grown men, and ask them questions you'd bite both your lips to utter just the first capital letter of...

"Which of the five options would you like to see this doll quiver about, I'd heavily vibrate for you and my moans will bring you closer to a heaven you haven't been promised yet?

Tap that green button as much as you like 

I'm here to put stars and angels to your lonely nights,

Daddy turns off the lights,

Daddy drools over his naked self

Daddy sighs in satisfaction.








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