From the ribs of curiosity,
One newer version evoked.
She glared and spoke differently.
A charm I couldn’t describe.
Delightfully delicate
Thoughtfully complex
A face made of snow
Skin softer than flower blooms
Alive… erratic…
Yet Calm… romantic…
Mesmerizing wild
She spoke in codes not saying straight
She wanted nothing …yet everything sought
The first thing she asked from me
Was the only thing I couldn’t touch!
But I had a funny feeling and
I bit the apple first!
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