You asked if I would still love you when you’re a crotchety old man and I said yes, which is true but it doesn’t feel enough.
I will still drink your piss and ask your permission to go potty.
I will still suck your cock like it’s the most delicious, important thing in the world (because it is).
I will still fall over my words when I ask you to fuck me and beg you to let me cum.
I will still poke you for attention and pout when you tell me “no.”
I will still long to see you looking down at me with a proud yet wicked grin on your face.
I will still melt every single time you call me a good girl. Your good girl.
Because neither age nor crotchetiness will stop you being my Daddy or me being your kitten.