Submissions by ElLayBee_Lab (ELAyBee)

Danger’s Fruit
            by: ElayBee
Your-- your mystique aroma,

oh pleasant smell!

Avidly, you graze upon my hungry soul,

Fed by everlasting pastures of temptations,

Meanwhile, I am your audience.

Embraced are the leaves,

which disguise your foreboding intentions,

as I proceed to harvest your pitch,

your fruit.

Occasionally,

you replace the feeling of seclusion,

for you become a cherished companion.

And in you I bestow my trust,

for I am banished, by...