You haven't become any cleverer,
You haven't learned to resist to me,
My dear boy, you're in my slavery,
You're in front of me on your knee.
My dear boy, you are so silly,
I don't need your love at all.
I maybe hate you, it's rather really.
For me you are a simple doll.
I haven't become less shameless,
I haven't become more modest.
You've not still seen, my name is
Devil. With you I'm always the coldest.
I can become yours for half an hour,
But understand: it's you who's my toy,
Then I will go again far away,
My stupid poor dear boy.
My dear boy
© Copyright: Джесс Кэрри, 2011
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