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i was evil

after we stopped dating



i kept thinking i would see her

in a bar and she would be intoxicated

i would remind her of passion and soon

her sweet lips would be pleasing me

in the parking lot



then i thought my pleasure wasn’t

a good enough punishment

so i would take her back to my apt



and massage out all the tension

living in her calves

turn her over and suck pleasure

into her thighs



engage in her darkest fetishes

secrets that have taken months

to discover and i would hit on everyone

charming all her nerve ending



so the next day she would wake up

satiated and wanton

with that smirk called desire

trembling inside her temples



but in contemplating all her pleasure

i realize it isn’t easy being evil