In You End Oh

Inuendo.

My Adam to her Eve.

Evil seduction up her sleeve.

Taken down.

By a sheer gown.

Apple of my eye.

Way up high.

Forbidden fruit is oh-so sweet.

The closer to the bone, the sweeter the meat.

This time I was in for a real treat.

Starting way down at her slippery feet.

Atop a fatal satin sheet ...

Author's Note

"A man had better starve at once than lose his innocence in the process of getting his bread." - Thoreau