Gentlemen;

June 23, 2013

The devil sits beside me,

undresses from his clothes

Says he wants to love me,

the only love I've ever known.

He kisses with his lips,

but doesn't mean it in his eyes

The only thing he loves

is getting to crawl inside.

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