Slip Slip Slip
I slide through sunlight.
See how it sparkles
on my soft black skin.
I was a beauty.
I was a beauty, then.
The woman, Eve, liked to touch me.
Cool and hard.
'Ah, my pretty temptor,
bring her this.'
I didn't know.
One day dewdrops,
another fruit,
doing my master's bidding.
23rd October 1977
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