Me And The Devil

I used to fuck this guy who told me he was the devil one time, and I kinda believe him because every time he came into my life awful things would happen. Things would be fine, and then after sex with him one time: total chaos. I got used to it after a while, all the illness and heart break and bad luck. I realized that was the price you pay when you fuck the devil, but I was okay with it because the sex was that good. After a couple weeks, I would have to distance myself from him again, just so my life wouldn’t totally go to shit. But I’d always come crawling back, because Satan sure knows how to tempt a girl like me. I wish that I could sell him my soul, but after so many months it became evident that I couldn’t even give it to him for free. Which is a shame, because I would trade my soul for a lifetime of good fucking. But Satan already knows that, so I’m going to have to try to find a new angle.