When the paradise was lost
Eve with her very short skirt walked
right up to where the angels were standing
and held herself clumsy,
did walk deliberately right into one of them
so as if his burning sword
could not singe her to ash
and in their nature
all women are still like this
and they do endlessly lure,
with innocent eyes
they do cause amok.
© Gert Strydom
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