Stephanie Meets Stephen
He delicately kissed her on the cheek,
Convulsive chills raced through her delicate body.
She rubbed the cheek again and again
Till it was red with become flushed,
Her modest lips tweeted
What's more, her scarfed throat gagged
She was playfully short of breath.
Her modest bosoms hurled here and there,
The hairs at her Madonna scruff held up
An incapacitating rush of warmth cleared through her;
Unstable shards prickled her body,
Hairs inside her jeans moved a moderate waltz
To the shiver of longing.
How she despised the occasion:
The curt kiss,
His sudden leaving to no place,
furthermore, the crazies they'd done.
She stripped him rationally,
Lost herself in dream
Envisioned his skin: radiant, and hot;
His expansive shoulders,
Ravishing manly abdomen,
A collection of magnificent symmetry;
Disgraceful and dubiously repulsive, his energetic masculinity
A shrub of tar-dark hair snaring…
Recollections of the first sin struck her—
it probably been this way
For the Eve of Eden,
The serpent of energy:
The apples Eve saw as products of astuteness
Stephanie considered them to be a sexual enhancer.
It was everywhere;
Noticeable all around she relaxed
The scent of the apples she'd eaten up,
The stench of their juice she'd chugged,
The satiation she had felt, and
The smooth voice of the serpent—
It was music to the ears,
The tune she'd moved to 'till she's stripped.
She was not the only one in her room
A commonplace voice asked her,
"What have you done, Stephanie?"
She understood—and knew—
What's more, honestly stated,
"The snake of Eden deceived me,
What's more, I ate the apples that Stephen gave me
