Forbidden fruit tempting and sweet
Forbidden fruit kind you’d like to eat
Lusting, wanting, craving
I want to pick you, lick you, devour every bite
If I pick you would you allow it?
If I were the fruit would you pick me or would you watch me grow? Wanting me but never reaching for me? Would you allow me to fall off and weather away?
Forbidden fruit my desire. Needing you, wanting you. I pick you and take you in you nourish me, you give me life. You are my forbidden fruit.
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Amber Daniel
I’m a Cali girl making my mark in the world the best way I can. I crave knowledge and love to share what I’ve learned along with my gifts and talents.
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