Stephanie Meets Stephen

He gently kissed her on the cheek,

She sexily gave him a smile so sleek;

Convulsive chills rushed

Through her willowy body.

She rubbed the cheek over and over

Till it was red with blush fiery,

Her humble lips chirped

Her scarfed throat choked

She was coquettishly breathless.

Her humble breasts heaved up and down,

The hairs at her Madonna nape stood up

A debilitating wave of warmth swept through her;

Explosive shards prickled her body,

Hairs inside her pants danced a slow waltz

The tingle of yearning.

How she hated the moment,

The brusque kiss

His sudden leaving to nowhere;

And the crazies they’d done.

She undressed him mentally,

Lost herself in fantasy

Imagined his skin,

Lustrous, and sexy;

His broad shoulders,

Gorgeous masculine waist,

A body of marvellous symmetry;

Shameful and vaguely revolting,

His vibrant manhood

A bush of tar-black hair entangling…

Memories of the original sin struck her

It must have been like this

For Eve of Eden,

The serpent of passion,

And the apples

Eve saw as fruits of wisdom…

Stephanie saw them as an aphrodisiac.

It was all over,

in the air she breathed

The smell of the apples she’d devoured,

The stench of their juice she’d guzzled,

The satiation she had felt, and

The mellow voice of the serpent,

It was music to the ears

The tune she’d danced to ‘till she’s naked.

She was not alone in her room

A familiar voice asked her,

“What have you done, Stephanie?”

She realized – and knew

And innocently said,

“The snake of Eden tricked me,

And I ate the apples that Stephen gave me.”