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[Part 1] So adept was unspoken Man At dusting ledgers of the seraphim That Lilith swept across the broken land In a whirl of lust to pleasure him This bland Adam, a reaper of the sun In bone dry season, for Eve was busy sucking thumbs Pricked in rosy gardens as he spattered into shells And ran with morning fauna; His mastiffs and gazelle Breathless as the wind Adam, prowled, fell foul to Sin But not before She spread Her grin Across His silent lips At crack of day, though what was shame? The raptor's nest wherein they lay Bore witness to Her soft parade Of fingers come to grips His undivine attention won She deftly spun From 'neath His thrusts to writhe above In ecstasy Pendulous She swung As if her limbs imbibed His tongue To spill, as with His rod The secret name of God But no seed passed those fruitful lips For fearing Her who grasped, He slit Her throat from ear to where She fled With tail and blood between Her legsss... [Part II] So very kept was the virgin hand That brushed the treasures of Utopia And how the greed swept across the desert sands In late August just to measure Her This hallowed Eve, a creature of the moon A simple dish born with a silver spoon Giddy sniffing orchids that opened after dusk Incubus and Prudence, two such swoon to touch Her Restless as the skies Temptation, bloomed, found room to rise And snatching breaths between Her thighs He crawled to Eve... At dead of night, the sticky clime Smelt perfect to this serpentine This shining Angel Palled in mysteries... Her undivine attention won He deftly spun A web of for the one Great sacred tree Bejewelled and lit As if a thousand shades did flit About boughs of forbidden lore Hidden for the want of more And when seeds passed those fruitful lips And Mankind basked in vast eclipse A Devil shot of thin disguise Surmised to better paradise
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