I am the breaker of the innocence. The very first seduction.
I wonder when would the innocence arise to lose its virginity if he never knew me. For a long time it was only me and him. He only watched me. I made him think. My skin shimmered under the happy rays of the sun. I danced and knew he watched me. There was only one question then; it was a simple world after all: To go for desire or To wait for a promise?
One day he came closer. Mesmerized by the pink of my skin, he stared. I was still wet from the early morning rain... The drops of water, absorbing the light, sparkled through his innocent eyes.... I let him smell my fresh scent. He held me. Touched my skin... The aroma of the sweet juice of my being drove him insane. He did not want any promise anymore. Heaven was in his hands. Pleasure melted inside his mouth...... I seduced the first, innocent man on the earth.
He fell in love.
Thousands of years later.... I still remind the mankind of the very first sin-that I was. Life is not as simple as those days anymore. I am not the only one glowing. There is not only one man. Innocence is long gone.
Portraits of me on the galleries' walls or drawn by the small hands of a five year old boy, the perfume is lost, but the muse inside narrates my story and his. Sculptures being me that cost a fortune, or the plastic ones at the Pottery Barn worth few dollars per bag, they are all me. First ones are innocent; the plastic ones are the real sin.
The apple.
I wonder when would the innocence arise to lose its virginity if he never knew me. For a long time it was only me and him. He only watched me. I made him think. My skin shimmered under the happy rays of the sun. I danced and knew he watched me. There was only one question then; it was a simple world after all: To go for desire or To wait for a promise?
One day he came closer. Mesmerized by the pink of my skin, he stared. I was still wet from the early morning rain... The drops of water, absorbing the light, sparkled through his innocent eyes.... I let him smell my fresh scent. He held me. Touched my skin... The aroma of the sweet juice of my being drove him insane. He did not want any promise anymore. Heaven was in his hands. Pleasure melted inside his mouth...... I seduced the first, innocent man on the earth.
He fell in love.
Thousands of years later.... I still remind the mankind of the very first sin-that I was. Life is not as simple as those days anymore. I am not the only one glowing. There is not only one man. Innocence is long gone.
Portraits of me on the galleries' walls or drawn by the small hands of a five year old boy, the perfume is lost, but the muse inside narrates my story and his. Sculptures being me that cost a fortune, or the plastic ones at the Pottery Barn worth few dollars per bag, they are all me. First ones are innocent; the plastic ones are the real sin.
The apple.