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Forbidden fruit
Forbidden fruit
Some say Eve's Apple, brought temptation to us all, but I'm watching a different fruit, one day I hope it falls.
Covered in a downy skin, I bet its soft too touch, i dream of what it tastes like, i want this fruit so much.
I want to take it in my hand, to feel its soft warm skin, I cant wait to peel the covers off and taste the flesh within.
I bet the flesh is soft and sweet, I want its juice to flow, swallowing every mouthful, my tongue knows where to go.
Licking through its soft sweet flesh, it's looking for the stone, its buried in the middle, from where all life is grown.
At last the magic days arrived, the fruit is mine to pick, I play with it slowly, this moment wont be quick
I put my lips to the soft downy skin, I take the smallest bite, juices come from out the hole, a taste of pure delight.
I delight at every morsel, this taste it blows my mind, can I have another one, if you'd be so kind.
I've found I have a desire, I need to eat a peach, but why are they always up so high and always out of reach.
Always at a arms length, this fruit is such a tease, building my desire, with a promise she will please.
One day I hope I'll pick that fruit, to fulfill my own desires, to use her juice to quench a thirst, born of my lusts fires
Ron
Some say Eve's Apple, brought temptation to us all, but I'm watching a different fruit, one day I hope it falls.
Covered in a downy skin, I bet its soft too touch, i dream of what it tastes like, i want this fruit so much.
I want to take it in my hand, to feel its soft warm skin, I cant wait to peel the covers off and taste the flesh within.
I bet the flesh is soft and sweet, I want its juice to flow, swallowing every mouthful, my tongue knows where to go.
Licking through its soft sweet flesh, it's looking for the stone, its buried in the middle, from where all life is grown.
At last the magic days arrived, the fruit is mine to pick, I play with it slowly, this moment wont be quick
I put my lips to the soft downy skin, I take the smallest bite, juices come from out the hole, a taste of pure delight.
I delight at every morsel, this taste it blows my mind, can I have another one, if you'd be so kind.
I've found I have a desire, I need to eat a peach, but why are they always up so high and always out of reach.
Always at a arms length, this fruit is such a tease, building my desire, with a promise she will please.
One day I hope I'll pick that fruit, to fulfill my own desires, to use her juice to quench a thirst, born of my lusts fires
Ron
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