when she fees like it
not when it's time
each night
no of course not
not at night
that's the time for her
to brush her whiskers
against my face
and explore my features
with her claws
and growing teeth
the demon sits beside her
when she begins her crusade
a mission to play
with the kinetic energy
of a rubber band stretched to the limit
and let go aimlessly
But now
when the batteries are low
she sits and recharges
like a chaste monk
who knows nothing of mischief
shutting down into a monastery
and willing god into life
this one secretly invoke satan
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