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What tenderness was in her voice was never meant for ears of mine.
The devil must have made her lips because her kiss was darkened not divine.
The power she possessed over men and women alike,
Was as if she could have have the pick, her choice all the time.
She wooed and destroyed and held tight a bloody fist,
Yet I've peeked under her armor, her heart still, it exists.
She held my hand and underneath a laugh and little sigh,
She whispered that she loved me, a sinful little lie.
I collapsed feverishly into her embrace with sex and solid conversation.
I had no idea the trap was set and she executed without hesitation.
So to those I've loved, I wish you well and wish you luck,
To those who never loved me, take it from her,
You weren't missing much
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