Adam, Negus

In the beginning there was a King

cloaked in the fruitful nature of humanity
and breathing royalty. He rose from
The roots of trees, skin made from
The soil and the sun. He was man.
He was Adam. He was King
His Kingdom was Eden
filled with earths well formed
growths of the Creator.
In his Kingdom Hed kiss the fruit
dancing in the soil and itd
drip from his lips filling the rivers
With sweet nectar.
His Queen, with
a full crown of wool and skin
colored like branches was glorious.
She shook everything around her.
Being made from him she had his fire, his
Skin and bones.
Her smile grew flowers
Her body produced life. She was his heartbeat,
The mother of the world. Basking in fertility
Life sprang from her like air. She worshipped him
But was no slave.
He ruled with a steel tongue
And focused mind. Yet he found her
Passionate energy everywhere he turned
Touching his most intimate places.
They ruled,
and multiplied the energy
of their existence through love and nature.
In the Almighty's image.
The world was born.

Man
She undressed slowly, carefully
unraveling her soft brown curves.
He gazed upon her naked body in quiet stupor
"Beautiful." he whispered.
She felt no fear, only a sense of
profound weightlessness and taunt
vibrations of her skin under his gaze of
bold adoration.
She felt splendid, like warm tea was
brewing in her stomach.
Her eyes raided him. He skin was a field of
tightly coiled smooth black skin.
Unsure of how deeply
she could allow herself into his presence,
she feared prematurely breaking
composure. Animal needs surfaced;
products of quiet deprivation.
His lips spoke again. Thick and heavy like cornbread
"Get over here. Now."