left of the devil

She stands left of the devil.
That's where her world is level.
She has a fire below that singes his plan.
Never to the right as his woman.
Yet as a plaything that steps in stride.
In plain view she doesn't hide.
At will as she pleases she comes n goes.
N she doesn't mind shedding her clothes.
She's his personal pick in choice.
For she makes his blood flow with her noise.
Maons that grind his forgotten passion.
In his world she forever lastin.
His for all time to enjoy any way fit.
For she down for his cause n the endless bullshit.
She knows her place n claims it well.
Irreplaceable she's under his spell.
Drivin the evil within him to a new horizon.
N she for him as him for her there's no denyin.....

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