2 years ago. December 16, 2021 at 4:55 AM
This poem is less horny and more sweet.
Constantly checking my phone
to see if your name has popped up.
Constantly checking because I know
I am never to leave you waiting on me.
Constantly checking for the blue checkmark
that tells me you have viewed the task I have filmed and sent to you.
Constantly checking for your approval,
your pride,
your admiration.
Constantly thinking of you, Daddy