Maiden Head (Or Lack Thereof)

Maiden Head (Or Lack Thereof) by Natasha Lomov

Her lips were like electric honey,
Her manner eclectic but never nunney.
Eyes as sharp as diamond cutters,
Voice as smooth as Belgian butter

Raised to behold on pedestal,
Or razed to fall in dirty gutter?
Moral decay was plentiful,
So Adam told Him she's a nutter!

Two mounds of Earth, and then a rib
To which God then gave breath of life.
Guess now which marries the Lord of Fibs?
None other than Lilith, Satan's wife!

 Note: Inspired by Jewish genesis mythology

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