I know that it’s wrong.
You are poison
Without meaning to be.
But still you draw me in
With a white-hot flame of desire.
Every fiber of my being on fire,
Wanting to hold you,
Wanting to kiss you,
Wanting to toy with you,
Wanting to….
Draw you down
Draw you in…
Into my mouth
Into my body
Draw your likeness, your forbidden fruit, on my heart
While I tear myself apart.
The only time I will give in to temptation.
The only memory of you to hold onto,
This forbidden fruit we both took a bite of
In our little Garden of Eden
The taste of it,
The taste of you,
Manna, passionfruit in my sex, in my mouth,
The aftertaste,
Bile roiling in the back of my throat,
Roiling with the bitterness that this can’t go on,
The knowledge that this is wrong.
I know that it’s wrong.
You are poison
Without meaning to be.
But still you draw me in
With a white-hot flame of desire.
Every fiber of my being on fire,
Wanting to hold you,
Wanting to kiss you,
Wanting to toy with you,
Wanting to….
(12-12-2008)
Monday, March 16, 2009
FORBIDDEN FRUIT
Posted by Megan Milligan at 11:18 AM
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