Daddy’s Music Fan
The music store is quiet.
Daddy is looking for a new Bass guitar.
Guys near by playing thier instruments…others meandering around the showroom.
She watches Him touch each guitar, fingering the inlays, strumming the strings.
She finds herself jealous of the instruments under His hand.
He plays her so well.
“Sit” – He points to a nearby stool.
He plugs in the Bass, as she lowers herself onto the stool.
Her floor length thin sun dress crossed at knee, revealing long smooth legs, in sparkly flip flops.
Nothing between her and the floral print dress He chose for her this morning to wear for their outing.
She leans back, giving Him a full view.
Her bare lips still wet from the strumming, and humming, this morning.
He plays the blues and smiles.
Watching her intently.
She props a foot up on the speaker, spreading wider, as He strums the strings.
His instrument vibing to the beat.
His property on display for Him.
As musicians wander, she sits still, exposed to her Man.
He whispers “You are such a good girl for your Daddy Babygirl.”