The Forbidden Fruit
She felt the stream of hotness flow from the inner depths of her
She was chilled, feeling elevated
Her own warmth made her weak; her bones cried for rest
She was erotic, raised from the glaze of morning sun
Touching her bare skin, she felt like the queen
Served to the core, cherished by the memories of her secret lover
She smiled her mysterious smile of finding
The hidden treasures of desire
Delight in her lover’s zeal
She wanted again to feel the wind blowing her hair
She wanted to fly and hold her breath
She knew that her existence is a mere mirage
She struggled to stop her desires from emergence
It was the forbidden fruit
Not to be devoured, not to be touched…..
The fruit of desire followed her everywhere
With every breath she took
It enfolded and tangled her and took her to the new
World of Desires!
About the Author:
Gayatri P is a postgraduate in English. She takes tuition and writes for websites.