What Enticed His Wrath

Like Newton’s situation
The apple longed for a human hand
That first bite can never be described
Its juices ran down the throat
Like a perfect stream
A crawling vein of delicious lifeblood
It crunched perfectly
With taste of sweetness
No fruit of this garden could mimic
No knowledge came with this
No rush of the serpent’s motives and means
It was just an apple
A forbidden apple
Another bite
Absent of magic and Lucifer’s influence
But even the word of our Lord shrivelled in comparison
To the sweetness owned by us
I guess
Stolen food tastes better