Adam’s appleA Poem by MiaIf I was a man…I’d make my moveEve’s descendant As she watches the serpent Hypnotic sway, tempting her Mesmerised. Watching. Wanting Fruit For her eyes to your hips Fast slow slow fast faster Each movement calling out Screaming to me Come. Take Fruit Your hips, the beat Working together, intoxicating Frantically craving Needing succulent Fruit My trembling hands I would gladly Paint them on you If only you would let me Taste mouth-watering Fruit The devil always follows through You are not so gracious You’re the hope of bliss and that and Fruit © 2012 MiaAuthor's Note
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Added on October 25, 2012Last Updated on October 25, 2012 AuthorMiaNew Orleans , LAAboutI am a lover. I love music, books, rain, strangers and friends alike. I love being silly and I love having deep intense moments. I love fluffy rainbows and I love dark and twisty. I am a lover. I lov.. more..Writing
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