Skin of copper and coal,
Eyes of diamonds,
Skin soft at the touch of pearls.
Teeth sharp and conniving.
Legs long and inviting,
Hips wide and despising.
Breasts handfuls of treasure,
Lips venomous,
Yet sweet.
Eve,
Bear his children and mother my world.
Grace your fingertips upon motherhood.
Sin not,
Be the idea of my perfection.
Be my perfection.
Crave nothing but love.
No lust.
No happiness.
Not anger.
Crave nothing but righteousness.
Not sin.
Not wrongdoing.
Eve,
Be my perfection.
Do only right in my evil world.
Have no temptations.
Have no desire.
Be my perfection.
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Woman.
PoetryA book of poems and feelings. A book from a girl, a rose from the concrete. A Woman growing.
