…….The tree of Eve, men flock to like honey bees, her power comes with ease, echoes of please is her soundtrack; turned cowards into conquerors, blind men speak as if she’s a chance to peer through binoculars, can’t get pass but nobody’s block’n us, a fertility goddess is stop’n us, but she ain’t even watch’n us. A fruit on legs, that lived through plagues, still home in time to scramble her man some eggs.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Lmaoo the last line
LOL
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