Saturday, 6 April 2013


He marveled at the beauty
Flowers were so pretty;
Roses’re red, violets’re blue
They bedecked the dining table.

He glared at the rare beauty
A bundle of nubile silk before him
The fruits denied to him by his vocation.



The firm young breasts were perky
They were actually the apples of Eden
Ripe and swollen with sweetness;

She offered the apples to him.
In his soft hands he took them
Cupped them;
She probed him to eat
And he devoured the apples.
Though he played dumb
Long after the satiation
He could still hear the voice
“The woman gave the fruit to me and I ate it...”


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Poetic Justness

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