Of Apples and The Tree of Eden

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The negligee fell from her body

My eyes twinkled, lusty.

I marvelled at her beauty

And groped the perky apples;

Explored the Tree of Eden,

I wanted to make love to Helen –

Deeds are proof, not stupid syllables.

Hips gyrated, and legs opened – an invitation.

Twitching, I filled her orifice

Resistant like a rebel;

Pudenda stretched lackadaisically, slowly but surely

Then yielded, and snapped open and –

Voila – I was in, fully anchored.

I was sweating ghastly.

“I should have told you,” she said.

“So you’d take it easy on me…”

“Have I hurt you?”

“No,” she said. “You brutally broke my virginity

And now I’m like God.”