Bloodline

It stands tall and firm, this tree with a DNA, the family tree.. leaves wither and drop as they dry with age new ones sprout bringing on a new splendor then comes we. me, the goth guy and she, the hot blood. both Alphas in individual respect, posing an unspoken challenge. so the wind blows and the tree sways graciously flapping twigs against each other.. the leaves utter in excitement, each contact giving birth to a new urge an inevitable desire to crash into another. lust! but it's forbidden. you spend hours, days, even nights thinking of how to avert this impending doom, eternal damnation. the tree's fruit's for outsiders, but it's way too cute. too inviting. enticing. tempting. Arousing! then comes the breeze again one flap and fate finds her locked tight in your embrace. both breathing hard but never making the move. the the wind calms.. twigs stop flapping and leaves start parting.. you pull her back, she comes straight for your lips. fingers go spying tongues searching hearts racing mind blowing, not believing you crossed the unpardonable line. the BLOODLINE ?#?greystar12?/6/16