how he viewed her

In the coldness of his fingertips, he felt her.
As barren, but breatheable silence consumed the room.
With a few clicks,
and a naive eagerness to learn,
the girl was tricked –
enthralled with pictures on the screen.
His traitorous hand shoved lower,
consumed with what he was feeling.
Convinced, the girl, thought it to be a game.
And being from her vantage point only play,
she slid her hand aside his – and he paused.
The open, unspoken question hung aloft,
“Are you sure you want this?”
But he forgot to ask,
and quite hilariously disregarded the fact,
that she was his niece,
as she perched on his lap


Author: gerbilette

Write, edit, be. Write, love, poetry.

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