The tale of his defeat

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He hated them

He swore never to touch them

Never to live with them

Or have any business with them

Until…..

He sniffed the sweet talc

And saw the light and fluffy dust

On buttocks so soft and pink

The button nose

On a face round and cherub

He heard the gentle coos

From heart-shaped lips

So small and cute

The mop of black curly hair

Drew him in

His fingers went first

Touching tentatively

Then more determinedly

Letting the curls slip through them

Again and again

Then his lips went next

To kiss cheeks

Plump and rosy

They went in

A second time

Then a third time

He lost count after that

His heart stood still

Marvelling…….

At how a soul so angelic and fragile

Could be gifted to this world

In love he fell

And an oath he swore

To protect this angel

With his very own life

While the baby giggled

Cooed and smiled

Very satisfied

At its prowess

In subduing man

Confidently

It sits back on its plump buttocks

Waiting for the next in line

To be conquered

 

 

Photo credit: djedjenny

via Daily Prompt: Baby

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