Forbidden fruit

Forbidden fruit:

You referred to a tree, a rather large one I conceive; maybe the largest I really do believe
Makes my mind work, in and on, all sorts of exciting, fun and new things
Some ideas may appear old, but the greats have so many wonderful things, yet to be told
I imagine the forbidden fruit, and the tree from which it grew, from seed to root then a fragile,
limp growth; into a strong, hard, immaculate instrument: to produce sacred fruit
I think of the juice it must have been filled with; and what it could do ‘mmm, then I think of you


Growing in the center of a magical garden, some think its fantasy but I warn it is reality
Streams and flowing rivers, the heat too hot to bare, to ware any clothing, I imagine you here
My inspirational tree; long wrecked with a vast history, and yet I want to feel you… ruin me
I can’t describe my willingness to sin; but understand it is easy, when it feels like heaven
The cold roughness of a man’s large hands, add experience it does things, to a simple woman
It is blinding, mind wrenching, your body aches to serve him ‘oh to feel him, any way you can


When you’re insides clench tight just to read him, when you walk it tickles your clit and
Your wet all the time you think “oh my god I didn’t realize, there was anyone left like him”
Then he says the sweetest things, you desire him, and then you realize you always did want him
It makes my mind work, in and on, all sorts of exciting, fun and new things
Some things may appear old, but the greats have so many wonderful things, yet to be told

Lori