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 obsequiously 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
All her insides tingled with yearning.
How she hated the moment, the brusque kiss
And his sudden dissipation to nowhere.
How she resented teen hominess.
She undressed him mentally, lost herself in fantasy
Imagined his skin, lustrous not yet gilded by the sun
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 passion serpent and the apples.
Eve saw them as fruits of wisdom
She saw them as an aphrodisiac.
It was all over, in the air she breathed
The smell of the apples she had devoured
The stench of their juice she had sipped
The satiation she had felt, and
The mellow voice of the serpent, it’s music to the ears
The tune she had 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 innocently said,
“The snake of Eden tricked me,
And I ate the apples that Stephen gave me.”
Copyright (c) Elove Poetry, 2012