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Danger's Fruit by Elaybee (figure out the metaphor)

Danger’s Fruit
             by: ElayBee
Your-- your mystique aroma,

oh pleasant smell!

Avidly, you graze upon my hungry soul,

Fed by everlasting pastures of temptations,

Meanwhile, I am your audience.

Embraced are the leaves,

which disguise your foreboding intentions,

as I proceed to harvest your pitch,

your fruit.

Occasionally,

you replace the feeling of seclusion,

for you become a cherished companion.

And in you I bestow my trust,

for I am banished, by others who loathe this lust.

Contemplation,

now a fruit fly,

has given birth to pessimism.

I relish the feeling of this poison,

though never did I foresee becoming an advocate of your campaign.

I am devoted to your botanic mask,

formulated by a complex chemistry of nature,

a single-seeded eruption of desire,

yearning for acres of your asexual commodity.

I am at disposition,

as a result of your absence.

when present,

your presence presents a present;

I am obliged.
Written by ElLayBee_Lab (ELAyBee)
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