"bad Adam"
Sitting by my window watching all the temptations..
Every Eve passing through my garden is a sensation..
Each carrying an apple with one sweeter than the other..
Shall I slide from my seat and indulge in another?..
Or shall I lay dormant and pray for one warmer...
A flurry pours through my body like the heat of summer..
I reach out from my chair and pluck this tasty gift...
Our lips meet as the apple juices run down to our hips..
I'm blinded by this beauty, control and judgment lost..
But my desire so strong, I must have her at any cost...
The passion diminishes as I lay in the grass,
I'm drained of all my senses as I ponder what just passed..
speaking to the "rambling poet"
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