Irresistible Apples
They dance upon my soul
the kin of a devilish babe
one whom was forgotten
among the many I've laid
cries of stolen innocence
haunt my nightly dreams
shrill piercing echoes
from pained virgin screams
you loved me she taunts
as nails rip apart my flesh
a pain I once enjoyed
when soothed by tender caress
but this is a nightmare
sent by the devil's own
my virgin lover has returned
with promises of a throne
and as Adam unto Eve
I shall take the bait
for upon virgins men cleave
whilst heaven can just wait........
Copyright © Bob Shank | Year Posted 2006
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