A temptress like that of milk, honey, and ecstasy.
She whispers fainter than flower petals
falling against soft skin.
A enchantress like that of jasmine tea leaves, and precision.
She dances an eternal dance to the sound of the world ending
underneath an apricot tree.
A dutchess like that of peaches n’ cream, and a gentle ruthlessness.
She was the first to grasp onto wisdom and
the first to taste the fruit.
A goddess like that of white wine, and divinity.
She is the envy of men, yearning for that sweet nectar
which drips from her flesh of fruits they’ve been forbidden.