Adam's loins were mountains
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His rod a branchless pine;
Creation in his surging blood
Stung like the ocean brine.
The valleys rocked and trembled
To thunder of his frown,
He turned the rivers from their beds
And tore the mountains down.
With grunt and wrench and heave,
His blood was fire along his veins—
He laid his hands on Eve.
Her legs were round and firm,
Her womb was such as might receive
Even such as Adam’s spurm.
Her bosom white and deep,
And Adam felt a million years
Breaking from unborn sleep.
And touched her mystic eyes
And sought the fragrant forest of
The hair between her thighs.
Her supple legs he spread;
The valley of the Euphrates
Was all of Adam’s bed.
Like rains of emerald coins;
The whole earth rocked and trembled to
The surging of his loins.
That found her pulsing womb,
Above her like an avalanche
She felt his buttocks loom.
Ah, Adam was a man!
Go out and view the fools today
Who boast his name and clan.
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