The heart is deceitful above all things.
None can know it’s desperate wickedness.
They stepped out of Eden into this broken world,
Souls more mystified than enlightened.
She followed, unburdened by humility or mercy.
Her departure, cursed equally by man and God.
Desires rampant, unchecked by moral purpose.
Her rage less an expression than a revelation.
As the portal is crossed there issues a faint moan,
A beseeching lamentation of a wounded world.
Their hands intertwine as they seek an intimate revival.
He waits, greeting their arrival with solemn anticipation.
It is not so much surrender as succumbing.
She reaches out as her naked body embraces him.
The warmth of his body envelopes her lust.
As they join slowly she gasps with pain and pleasure.
Innocence has taken flight on wings of vapor,
Disappearing with each thrust into her core.
Every groaning breath is an entreaty for more.
Time and memory, erased in the turbulence of passion.
Demons surround her naked companion,
Recalled by the spirit as if by incantation,
Their phallic gestures tempting and obscene,
Grinding hips suggestive and enticing simultaneously,
Their touch evocative of past desires unfulfilled.
Fingers grasp and probe, giving unsuspected pleasure,
Lips rough and pervasive consuming once forbidden areas.
He is pulled down as the demons begin their assault.
Eden, now a forgotten reprieve, burdens with no moral residual.
The two are consumed by desires of the forbidden world.
Demons and the Master take their pleasures
Each in a way experience cannot recollect.
Time passes into oblivion as a dark cloud envelopes.
The end is near; only the beginning is unseen.
From the bright promise to the perpetual blight
What was given is no more.
And so it was and shall be.
