The Fruit

I have spied the delicious apples that grow in your yard
so tempted to try one or two
Not sure why yours are so appealing
must be something you do
 
Maybe the contours of your body
walk past and my mind is a mess
Has me often thinking
about a way to release the stress
 
Taste is something I would like
but a thief I can not be
Instead want you to know what I desire
from my request no need to flee
 
For in my pursuit I am trying to make it rewarding
both for myself and the sexy lass
Not burdened by past memories
a healthy addiction that may always last
 
So a crop that is worth sampling is close at hand
which may be why I do try
For to see you and remain mute
is too much of a treasure to simply pass by