The sun drops into the cold blue of night and she awaits me
with wicked in her heart and lust on her lips.
What serpent teases and makes her act so salacious is an obvious answer
but it never was my intent. I was
driven, blinded by her need and willingness to please me. The Garden of Eden is her well worn bed,
whichever one she chooses for us to commit our sins upon. She is my apple of deceit and last second
rendezvous and she loves that. She
writhes in splendor and laughter knowing she steals from others.
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