My Eden
She's forbidden like the apple tree,
And ripe in likened prime,
I desire with electricity,
Her branches I shall climb.
So succulent her scent draws in,
She glistens in the sun,
The fruit of what is mortal sin,
One taste and man is done.
She's soft and supple in my hands,
Pleasing each tip of my finger,
And we don't know where they will land,
Only that our static lingers.
My mouth is begging for stimulation,
And I lean down for a swallow,
I'm overcome with salivation,
Unsure of what's to follow.
Her roots sink deep into the earth,
As she quivers in the wind,
I sink into her with all my worth,
In Eden we have sinned.
Her juices are enslaving,
And I sip up my obsession,
She is all that I am craving,
Loving her without suppression.
I lay within her boughs,
With my lips pressed on her, bare,
Nothing else can quite arouse,
Like our blasphemous affair.
I nibble 'til I reach her core,
And until she's reached elation.
Peace on earth was then restored,
But again lost in translation.
I savor and I reminisce,
Of her luscious nectar,
And when the snake began to hiss,
I became her protector.
A guardian of Eden's pride,
My perfect apple tree,
Each day her taste and I collide,
Making love as love should be.
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