Drawn to the border of forbidden territory, there.... As pleasant as can be, Forbidden fruit. My senses quicken, and I hide myself like a child. Thoughts of forbidden textures, sounds, and smells delicately caress my mind. I close my eyes and smile. I watch the sun rise damp with dew. My skin wearing beads like rose petals. Though my body is weary, I am not. My core aches deeply. I dare not move, but beg the song of the morning, to hide me, and plead my cause. I fear the taste of forbidden fruit, and shut my eyes tightly. Waves of want wash over me, again and again. Wishing me to concede. My desire does not wane, so I remain motionless. Should I taste and be damned? Or with integrity, endure my regret as my hunger causes me pain? Shall I bear its reflection and happily eat? No. I remain motionless as the morning mist is chased away by the sun.... I breathe in my grace. Milissa Yelverton
Posted on: Thu, 20 Mar 2014 08:13:52 +0000
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