Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Eve's Bayou

Eve was created in God’s perfection.
Torn by her imperfections, she struggles to follow His will in succession.
Deceived by an insatiable yearn for the truth,
Ignited a burning fire that consumed her youth.
By the sway in her waist attention strays her way.
Long legged appendages push her scent of a woman throughout the day.
Compelling to be foretelling with her mouth to cut deep, but
Instead words of affirmation she massaged in the head for another to keep.
Know more intimately, while in search for her Adam, she continues to face opposition.
Lustful eyes unclothe her winding shape to mentally reveal parts constricted.
She plays in to their fantasy, being addicted by what’s not, she is afflicted.
Temporary gratification paved a defined path due to incompatibility.
Knew less than exceptional should have been less than acceptable, but
She leaned on her own understanding, unable to see past a façade, yet still saw the mercy
Of God

Blessed with a physical youth.
Midnight hair straight with an aromatic fragrance that’s intoxicatingly sweet like vermouth.
The gift and the curse. Her bronzed satin skin shows no struggle.
Hands tell of no strife; one to assume an easy life, with no storms to muddle.
Of the experiences, they’ve shaped her mind and body.
Now her waters are slow moving, anabranched and un-choppy.
An infectious flirtatious laugh. She tries to cover up bleached-like white teeth.
Humorous chills through her body, unable to hide arousing sensitivity underneath her sheath.
Personality is warming.
Amidst a personal storm it is calming.
And a smile like a trance, spell binding in a sense, it’s enamoring.

Eve of His perfection is the day God will complete his blessing.
Two halves of one whole that their union will be impressing.
The source of life, she will be the strength for her Adam.
A ray of light in his darkness.
For Earth she was created to support.
Brace when he stumbles; lift up before he falls short.
She was a work in progress, unfinished work unforeseen.
A request prayed and answered long before a dream; she was
Created from a Potter for her King to be his equal as his Queen.

Arch1tekt™



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