The Goddess of Purity, Whimsically draped,
A feminine Lioness wrapped for mysteries sake,
An enigma that will rise during her memory's wake,
Bat an eye – Ocean Green, magically shaped
Catching hearts as they dream, lying wide awake.

Such a site to behold...

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Golden locks flow - Wind sniffles the scent,
This cold Earth warmed by the pitching of tents,
Not a fisher of men, cause, one man possesses her lovely intent,
Her figure alone allures gawking events,
The first of her kind, gorgeous and strong,
Only pain in the rib is justly writing a song,
Her Garden of Eden is lightning that's calm,
Exciting palms climb her limbs sprightly with charm,
Imagine being alone precisely half eternity,
Then overnight the apple of your eye sprouts from obscurity...

….Ironically....

The foundation of love is the Eve of destruction

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Obey the hand that feeds and never shit where you sleep,
In other words, if your spouse asks.... Then she receives,
Even if creator pleads, “Keep away from the seed”,
But there's tricksters about, slithering tongues, whisper aloud,
Convincing deceit... Filling minds with doubt.


The Son's loved – The father adored,
But a lovers bond... Is what's always endured

Adam Appleseed

Yumm...