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Forbidden Fruits
I've seen him from afar but his presence seems quite near,
Our eyes begin to lock i become gripped by a sensual fear.
Why would i say fear? My deep want for him is wrong,
This tormenting desire is invading nd much too strong.
Overpowering my common sense of dignity,
His lustful spirit seduced nd penetrated me.
In my heart i continue to commit this grave sin,
Nd my thoughts entertain the demons of lust within.
In my fantasies he enters my warm, wet. Creamy flesh.
His penetration is so deep with long thrusting strokes.
His entrance is unforgettably steep,
Making me take every inch of him while begging for his mercy.
Do i not know that there is pain before pleasure?
His gentle but firm touch causes my sexual yearn to become extremely thirsty.
As we switch positions he's still inside,
I try to embrace myself for this thrilling ride.
He desires to pop my fleshy peach while making her splash.
So he begins to proceed, giving me no pity or slack,
Poking my guts as I'm riding while he's on his Back.
I continue to take flight upon him, my erect nipples become succulent,
Our emotions begin to vent my many kisses fall upon his face as his tongue caresses my plumped breast.
He begins to enter the back door with a forefinger penetration,
While my favorite part of him remains deep inside of me.
He stares into my eyes as they begin to rain,
Succumbed by ecstasy, enjoying this pleasuring pain.
My body starts to shake as i let out a scream
Then it happens, i explode with his name upon my lips.
But sadly this was only a dream.
He reached his peak of pleasure with a forceful grab of my hips.
Chanting seductive whispers into my ear.
The sweaty scent of infidelity drenched our bodies, we're both overwhelmed.
Guilt nd shame becomes our mentality.
As my mind slowly drifts back into reality, i look towards the heavens
Asking God to please forgive me.
Begged that he would deliver me from this adulterous root.
I've quenched the thirst of another woman's husband,
We were both from the start, that of forbidden fruits.
Our eyes begin to lock i become gripped by a sensual fear.
Why would i say fear? My deep want for him is wrong,
This tormenting desire is invading nd much too strong.
Overpowering my common sense of dignity,
His lustful spirit seduced nd penetrated me.
In my heart i continue to commit this grave sin,
Nd my thoughts entertain the demons of lust within.
In my fantasies he enters my warm, wet. Creamy flesh.
His penetration is so deep with long thrusting strokes.
His entrance is unforgettably steep,
Making me take every inch of him while begging for his mercy.
Do i not know that there is pain before pleasure?
His gentle but firm touch causes my sexual yearn to become extremely thirsty.
As we switch positions he's still inside,
I try to embrace myself for this thrilling ride.
He desires to pop my fleshy peach while making her splash.
So he begins to proceed, giving me no pity or slack,
Poking my guts as I'm riding while he's on his Back.
I continue to take flight upon him, my erect nipples become succulent,
Our emotions begin to vent my many kisses fall upon his face as his tongue caresses my plumped breast.
He begins to enter the back door with a forefinger penetration,
While my favorite part of him remains deep inside of me.
He stares into my eyes as they begin to rain,
Succumbed by ecstasy, enjoying this pleasuring pain.
My body starts to shake as i let out a scream
Then it happens, i explode with his name upon my lips.
But sadly this was only a dream.
He reached his peak of pleasure with a forceful grab of my hips.
Chanting seductive whispers into my ear.
The sweaty scent of infidelity drenched our bodies, we're both overwhelmed.
Guilt nd shame becomes our mentality.
As my mind slowly drifts back into reality, i look towards the heavens
Asking God to please forgive me.
Begged that he would deliver me from this adulterous root.
I've quenched the thirst of another woman's husband,
We were both from the start, that of forbidden fruits.
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