Those Little Devils

In the company of little devils Forever dressed to kill And us men fall for these creatures Hoping our sexual greed fill. These devils, though little, are risky With exposed bodies in our faces; Nonetheless, praise be for their efforts Always situated in the right places. Without their warm and tender passion We men become unfulfilled; Our sexual apathy loses its grip And ****ing is well and truly killed. Once the little devils turn to little angels Accepting the equality of sexual delights For the sake of our cravings and theirs If mismatched, we face inexorable heights.