Eve had a pair of luscious thick lips. Lips that said “Eat me”. Moist, partially, teeth bite, open lips. She was hungry. When that stupid serpent offered her a red shiny apple, it’s promise of truth and paradise, Eve grabbed the snake instead, broke its neck, smashed it against the tree and swallowed it whole. Then she turned to what she craved most, the true object of her desire – her, sitting across the room.