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.
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?