You don’t really want to be my baby.
It’s more than having a pretty face by your side.
I will only steal your joy and drive you crazy.
You only want to touch my developed, arousing body and steal my prize.
I am a monster.
I am the thing you hide from in your bed at night.
This pretty face,
This sexy body,
Is just a distraction from what is really lurking underneath.
I will tear you apart, limb by limb,
Piece by piece,
Until you are nothing, but a shell of what was once a human being.
And you,
You will just let it happen.
Because who would deny this pretty, innocent being?
With that being said,
Do you still want to be my baby?
The Paramour 