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Forbidden Fruits
Our handmade gifts were given in fear and joy
by young bodies filled with lust and hope for a future.
Oh, what pleasures we found in the making of these gifts!
As imperfect hearts broke over time, we sought pleasure in others.
Fruit once treasured and shared only by two,
fell freely from limbs shaken by strangers’ hands.
Still, I find pleasures in life, sucking sweet juices from forbidden fruits.
by young bodies filled with lust and hope for a future.
Oh, what pleasures we found in the making of these gifts!
As imperfect hearts broke over time, we sought pleasure in others.
Fruit once treasured and shared only by two,
fell freely from limbs shaken by strangers’ hands.
Still, I find pleasures in life, sucking sweet juices from forbidden fruits.
Published 17th Nov 2021
| Edited 7th Dec 2023
Author's Note
Trying to describe the sweeping changes that happen over time. The photo is of my first handmade gift in this life. She's now and finding her own sweet fruits.
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17th Nov 2021 12:52pm
to be trite,
the forbidden makes all sweeter.
thank you for sharing this write.
the forbidden makes all sweeter.
thank you for sharing this write.
17th Nov 2021 9:25pm
Yes. I've only recently learned what satisfaction can be found in forbidden fruit.
17th Nov 2021 4:02pm
The "As imperfect hearts broke over time" carries a bit of a nostalgic feel, simple and yet titillating underneath it all.
It's an amazing write.
Welcome to DUP.
It's an amazing write.
Welcome to DUP.
17th Nov 2021 9:26pm
17th Nov 2021 7:30pm
I can see the picture must be a poignant reminder of when you created her. The cycle of life....
17th Nov 2021 9:25pm
18th Nov 2021 00:00am
Hello,
The children are the part of our heart. It is sad when they walk out without even thinking. I wish you best. Keep up the spirit.
Love,
The children are the part of our heart. It is sad when they walk out without even thinking. I wish you best. Keep up the spirit.
Love,
1st Mar 2022 11:57am
What a metaphor. It is predestined. What we loved never comes to us. We play in the hands of stranger all life. You are sweet and sacred soul.
KS
KS
7th Mar 2022 12:11pm
Thank you for your comment. Yes, we do find ourselves playing and being held in the hands of strangers throughout life. None of us is really known.
This woman's work made from God's blueprint.
Of course if a person's beliefs allow for such leanings.
Life created inside the womb hardly begins to describe her capabilities.
Of course if a person's beliefs allow for such leanings.
Life created inside the womb hardly begins to describe her capabilities.
