She Devil
I've danced with the devil, I've cried her name a thousand times. Yes, the devil is a woman, and I've been in life with her for sometime. 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 tho ... To savor the blissfulness. How can such perfection find a home in an evil body? Why can't I turn my head to the lies and her evil parady? I leave, walking ... but her sex haunts me ... Her voice calls me ... ... stitched ...
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