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there must not be a devilor if there is a devilhe must not be as smart as i thought or else he's too busy for me but there must not be a devil because if there were a devil he could do me some awful damage with a woman like that there must not be a hell to send me to... because she's beautiful as an angel and smart as hell/sharp as the sting of my curiosity/friendly as only a demon can be so shamelessly but there can't be a hell, or i'd have slipped down the chute into the clarity of despair i'd bite my forkéd tongue i'd be burning from fever and begging for charity because i'd be sinning twenty times and more if she'd only come and whisper in my ear i'd be sweating with carnal lust at the touch of a fingertip i'd twist & squirm, i'd lie to myself and swear to the stars but there must not be a devil because if there were a devil he would do me some awful damage with a woman like that (C) 2/15/96, 7/17/00 Tom Brinck ACCESSIBILITY FEATURES / SITEMAP / CONTACT |
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