233. With own hands; God makes Eve’s face,

SONNET 233

By JH Sayyar
With own hands; God makes Eve’s face,
Putting in her heart; hot erotic passions,
Controls her supper wit that does deface,
Hiding faults, cute woman’s fashions,
Your eyes cunning, less faithful to me,
Sucking my soul of words in utter lone,
When I think who controls my destiny,
Your jealous will in rime I have shown,
None makes mistake cunning in her will,
Jealousy controls her, talkative tongue,
Even in the best time in old days is still,
Never follows her will, death bell, rung,

Ah! Women red, red lips men’s pleasure,
Night’s kissing enhances sexual measures