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Jun 2013
She fluttered her eyes
I stuttered replies
but she was the devil in disguise
the succubi
the demon dame
that came to me one night
and I could not escape, her fate for me
was surely that destiny in store
and she wore my destiny so well
for a devil from hell.
She bled me dry
and bled me more
I sighed and in my very core
knew I was lost.

And now it happens frequently
I see her lips that turn and snarling,darling
come to me
I fight but do I want to break free?
she's rough but oh so tenderly
I think I'll wait and see
what the future holds
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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