Forbidden FruitA Poem by dianalondonWith burning passion her loins were yearning; For his red lips, soft kisses giving, For his hands, with tender lust grabbing. Restless savages, forever hungry for an unfulfilled desire. There comes a point in temptation, When the want overtakes the guilt. The hedonism prevails the righteousness, And unfaithful feels more like fulfillment With a pheromonal urge of pure desire, She accepted his brazen approach. Their eyes, lips and limbs entwined. She took a bite of the forbidden fruit. © 2013 dianalondonReviews
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