Forbidden Fruit

​A surface so shiny, I reflected off of you like the sun’s light reflects off of the lustful moon as it fully reveals itself only during the most romantic hours of the day.

Skin so soft and smooth, it resembled the feeling of a new fur cut from a ram as his mate and lamb watch him shiver in a harsh winter’s cold that he aroused Mother Nature to afflict.

A texture so perfectly crisp, I almost didn’t mind when my teeth began to break like an empty promise that sounds so good, you choose to believe in its ostensible persuasion.

​A taste so sweet, its nectar momentarily distracted me from the hives that flooded my body as my throat began to close and I could no longer voice the words to save my own life because I knew the power of those words would rid me of my forbidden fruit if ever spoken aloud.