Eve

How can you blame her For eating the fruit that tempted her body When her lover could not How can you condemn the pleasure that she craves That bathes her soul in love When her lover does not Slithering up her legs, and begging for attention A snake is better company than his modest ribcage Hissing at her loins: a burglar of her affection A snake is only a snake if the hunted becomes the pray Don't dare misjudge her, don't you dare shame Mind the mirror When passing the blame Who is culpable? The woman who you mount Or the man who declares She should shut her mouth Slithering up her legs, and begging for attention A snake is better company than his modest ribcage Hissing at her loins: a burglar of her affection A snake is only a snake if the hunted becomes the pray