Oh Sweet putrid child
Reeking of innocence and mercy mild
As I poke her stomach
Then comes A sweet giggle pouring form her pout
My eyes wonder south where I long to put my mouth.
A burning sense of lust : cant/wont control it anymore
Certain action is a must so innocent :no way
I know what she wants and I am going to Make Damn Sure
she know I am sick and only she has the cure
Worst than any boogyman or any other monster hidden in the closet
I will drain her of her life , As if there where a faucet on her heart. Into the night there she is waiting for me.
Hidden beneath the blankets she lays
Her flesh is my playground , what a bounty , I have found.
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