The Garden, a contenting place
Eden lie around my feet and in my mind-
Though restless thoughts seethed underneath,
I became the flower of purity,
I became the temptation-
Wild spirit held at bay,
Desires repressed under heavy morals,
Morals which hung like plate armor on fragile limb-
Years I resided in the Paradise of fortitude,
Time I spent in that prison of principle,
Ever growing restive, ever looking to the West-
It was He, an Adam of men, who turned my eye
It was He who lured me then, with the beat of his heart-
I became the huntress,
I became the feral cat-
Bloodthirsty and unrepressed, untamed and unrelenting,
I pursued-
A passionate battle, a heated encounter,
Entangled limbs, breathless sighs, promise
My armor fell, then, my morality failed then
And I lived for the fire of defeat
And in moments the clash subsided-

An adulteress I became,
And walking timidly amongst the ruins of conquest,
I became a victim
I became Eve
Alas, watching my Garden burn

 
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