Mommy Perfect Little Baby(poem)
In the hush of the nursery, where moonlight softly spills,
Mommy dreams of her baby, so helpless, so still.
A sweet submissive darling in thick, crinkling white,
Who coos and whimpers softly through the long, quiet night.
She wants those wide, trusting eyes that never dare stray,
That look up for approval in the most innocent way.
A baby who toddles on wobbly knees, never too proud,
Who lets Mommy decide when to crawl or be loud.
She craves the surrender—the way you melt in her hold,
As she powders and tapes you, snug stories unfold.
A diaper so heavy, so full when she checks,
Your face flushed with shame as she smiles and corrects.
Obedient and pliant, you suckle and nurse,
Drinking her warmth while your troubles disperse.
No big-boy words, just babbles and sighs,
As she rocks you and teases where your secret hunger lies.
Mommy desires your total, sweet dependency,
The way you leak and squirm in helpless ecstasy.
A baby who begs with a paci in your mouth,
Who thrives on her rules from the north to the south.
She wants you small, weak, and beautifully broken,
Wearing her marks of love, every word softly spoken.
“Mommy knows best,” you whisper in glee,
Her perfect submissive baby—forever hers to be.
