Who is she that looketh forth as the morning,
fair as the moon, clear as the sun,
and terrible as an army with banners?
Song of Solomon 6:10 KJV
Her look is anything but clear
a vacant beaten stare, slight fear;
She finds it hard to concentrate
upon her swelling change of state.
The gaze within her drop-out eyes
makes diapers float in teenage skies
where infant-formula rains down
while strollers crawl through baby-town.
Sweet nubile thing, your growing seed
will reap a crop of constant need.
For now, let’s hope it plays out well
for baby-daddy Gabriel.
Or was he Adam to your Eve ?
(scenario easier to conceive.)
He lost his rib — became your man;
you spread your legs and life began.
Stunning and you make it look so easy!
ConnectHook honors your presence. Poetry shall rule the roost.
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