I would have rather had your hands on my breasts,
not leaves.
My nakedness would be for your viewing pleasure,
Not a result of cluelessness.
The only apple in our story would be the one bobbing up and down your throat,
As I spread my legs wide open for you.
I would let you reach into my garden and pick my cherry.
If I were Eve, would you be my Adam?
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Catastrophically Serene
PoetryCatastrophically serene is a poetry book that will have you exploring all the emotional components in your life✨. These are the feelings you never knew you felt, I just put them in a book🍃
