She Devil

Ive danced with the devil, I've cried her name a thousand times. Yes the devil is a woman, and I've been in love with her for some time. She's taken me to hell and to heaven, I fell weak to her kisses, addicted to her sweetness as I trace my tongue across her lips. Careful though ... to savor the blissfulness. How can such perfection find home in an evil body? Why can't I turn my head to the lies and her evil parody? I leave, walking ... but her sex haunts me ... Her voice calls me ... ... stitched ....