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The serpent called her

And as if swans carried her light airy behind
She ran through the cooling blue vines of the garden

Into a jungle that puffed magenta steam clouds 
Circumventing cawing crowds of warning green fowl

She wasn’t startled by the beast’s bright yellow face
Nor his elongated serpentine demeanor 

In fact she formed a one-woman army of souls
That would one day inhabit her entire planet 

She listened to his soft persuading elocute
And dreamed to appropriate her ghostly master

He entwined and penetrated her quiescent mind
Persuading and enticing with promised power 

She became the trained monkey of the tempter
The first of millions that would soon go after her

Like a hungry macaque she climbed the great tree
In search of her creator’s forbidden construct

Reaching the golden fruited orb with heated breath
She plucked it without hesitation or regret

Racing through a luscious sea of green and amethyst
She finds her sleeping mate beneath a giant mushroom

She awakens him with an erotic purring
Her tantalizing womanhood nude for his taste

Drunken from her enveloping draining pleasure
He accepts her offer of golden fruited prize
  
As they greedily dinned the garden slowly died
And the master revoked their immortality

Clothed with wilting turquoise leaves to cover new guilt
They fled their luscious home for the valley of death

Never to return

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