BOOGIE MAN
Mr. Pedophile what gave you strength? Was it my little brown eyes glowing with care? A little girl with much hopes and dreams Cursed to fear the word “please” As they gave you fortitude to push on to your limits Abandoning physics, I was turned and spanned to fit your will Mr. Pedophile I was only six What immense fetish of yours gave rise to desire a kid? I had no flourishing bosoms Just my bow and my baby powder fragrance And yet when you held me in your hand with much affection I thought you meant well and I felt safe That an adult who knows all had keen interest in me Until the pat on my cheeks changed to strokes on my lips And in your eyes curiosity like no other as your hands went searching all around me My little eyes of hopes and dreams slowly fading to fears Mr. Pedophile was it my sobs and pleas that took you to horrid heights of bliss! Knowing that your oversized parts pierced