They are evil those fingers

That fondle under the sheets

Sneaking in and under

Whilst you are asleep


Come child see what I have in my hand

Curiosity draws you near

And then awakens inside you

A certain kind of fear


I’m your doctor you can trust

Sickness brings you to this lust

Innocence a torment thrust


For a lifetime it is hidden

Then the fear is again awoken

With each dawn that is broken


Coz sexual trauma hits you hard

And madness can become your day

For the rest of your life

And may never go away!

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