Eve's Beau

The 2nd metal of the makers furnace She has the forbidden fruit in-between her legs In pursuit of enjoying this apple our fathers have gone missing from us Who is she that has the lip of every man lusting to taste the nectar of her bed I've read of a woman like this She is the first lady to place a man in a bottle Have him ready to disobey his maker and live his days as a sinner The first lass to appear in the book of genesis I now wish not to walk to the atonement of her sheets For my love for Eve is flour and water It shall not survive on bread alone. An excerpt of my Ribs I carry her wherever I go Mother of human kind The lady who is to spark the flame to our suffering Although she is to be the shame of me I love her even more.