To her, I'm
always a child.
Every touch I give is from a
daughter to a mother. Every smile is platonic.
She doesn't see that I'm a grown woman now.
She doesn't want me, but I could change that.
She told me not to do it, but it would be so easy. I could creep into
her mind, planting desires that were never there before. I could show
her that I'm beautiful and hers.
It wouldn't
take long. I know that I shouldn't, but I'll succumb to temptation.
Doing it that way is so much easier than just
telling her.
oO0Oo
AN: Once again, thanks to Supergrrl, and awesome beta. I am reading The Mists of Avalon and I think that helped inspire this. XD
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