Let’s make it easier and say,
It’s the precise analogy of Adam and Eve.
See, in heaven, they had sex all day,
And Adam thanked God for his opportunity to play.
Gently he brushed her hair and glad,
He reached for her upper lustful part,
Sucking on it like a baby lad
For hours he cherished that work of art.
Then he fucked, slowly at first, but fiercely later,
Brain’s begging, “longer, at it, have her!”
And, to be honest, (don’t be a hater)
He could and did, last forever and ever
Still, when their bodies were fatigued,
Although it’s never fun to stop the bliss,
They both still tried their best and did
Enjoy to cuddle, hug and kiss.
So now make it instead:
(That’s the idea I was aiming at)
Mr. Adam = your (bigger) head,
And my pussy = Ms. Evette. :)
It’s our job together, sweetie,
As upstanding members of society,
To relentlessly push them- have no pity!
To a climax filled of joyful majesty.
I know you’d hate to see them sad,
Why, cuz as we established- Adam‘s your head,
So do not fret, for we will both work hard
Day and night, no resting- en garde!
Also honestly, shouldn’t Adam be grateful
To the mistress/goddess for his Eve, too?
I mean, from us two, you’re no fool
To say I work thrice as hard as you.
Cuz you are mainly Adam- that’s one,
But I am Eve, God, and heaven- that’s three.
And yup, I’m heaven too, hun
Since only I can make that climax be.
So Adam better work with tears and sweat
Because it’s such an effort to stay wet,
Just to make Adam happy- you know, that’d be really unfair
If Adam wouldn’t give back- does he even care?!
No, really, all Adam does is enjoy the fuck,
As I slave myself so much, and like an injured…
Oh, what was that, Adam, dear?
I fell asleep, no hard work here?
Er- well- you see- that’s, uh, clearly 'cause- I’m such a… pro
So I can sleep while work… oh FINE,
Alright,
So what do you know?
Screw these analogies,
Screw the rhymes,
Screw this poem’s structure!
Get back down to business, bitch.
The more you ask me pointless stuff,
The less I feel your tongue on my clit!
