She's Got My Number And Squirreled Herself Into My Heart

She came to me when her father shot himself. She ended up in my arms to console her, it became a sexual embrace, kissing, feeling, groping, sex. Now she won't go away, she's sticks like chewing gum on the sole of your shoe, she's needy, whinny, wants a father, older brother, wants to play grown up and play house, talk about having babies, be exploratory when having sex.
I didn't sign up for this, shoo, but like flies at a cookout she's all around me, buzzing in and out and all around me, wanting hugs, kisses, words I'm not comfortable giving her. She's blind to the difference in years, dismisses them out of hand, she's all woman she says, she's a child in my mind. She's under my skin, I can't sleep if she's not beside me, damn girl, how did I get into this mess.