Sulfurous pipettes steamed the last omega-crystal, the sore branch leeches its last resplendence of the season, and bookish kept in the bow of the festoon of leaves, and simple guurlick fabled and abreeze, and so the fruit spins eons and greater fawning realizations. If it was given perchance a look that it does actually have like saphire light that is without blueish asks, lesser boughs keel and balk and besties look for the lowest mark, and coax when next the wicked wind, that throws this fruit from timid limbs and unfurls that one waxing pearl, the low hanging fruit artfully yearns.
To think that I could set a spell
and have a little chat,
that out might pop a sweet rondel
like rabbits from a hat
whose origins no bard could tell -
can you imagine that?
But what might mystify me more:
to call that work my own.
Would you not have to silence shame
or are such thoughts unknown?
The tech is cool, that much is true;
sometimes my mind is blown,
but characters are often lost
once typed into a phone.
Forbidden fruit,
I cannot resist you.
I reach for you,
but shouldn't touch.
Let me trace my fingers over
Your skin, every inch.
Let me take just one bite,
I know you'll taste so sweet,
but you'll rot my teeth
and leave me starving.
Cast aside the fig leaf,
Eat the apple from the tree.
Sip the wine of passion,
And set your spirit free.
Bask in nature's splendor,
And dance around the fire.
Then sing beneath the stars,
And act on your desire.
Take her by the hand,
And lay upon the ground.
Warm bodies intertwined,
Two hearts the only sound.
Bathe in languid motion,
Mutual bliss is the goal.
Taste the forbidden fruit,
And feed each other's soul.
Your smile is
titillating.
I get
all giddy, and
my heart skips a beat
whenever
I'm in
your presence.
Yet, you
can't know I'm
heads over
heels in love with you.
For unrequited love,
is
a forbidden fruit.
The fruit of knowledge is both sweet and bitter,
A taste that lingers, never forgotten.
It brings enlightenment, to what once was dim,
A path to wisdom, that shall forever win.
It brings the wisdom of good and evil's strife,
And with it, pain, like a blunt and endless knife.
A curse and blessing, is the knowledge we gain,
Of the world's deep darkness and brilliant pain.
Ignorance is bliss, they say, so true it be,
But to know the truth, is to be truly free.
The highest highs, the darkest lows, it's all the same,
The power of knowledge, a burden to claim.
For in it lies the key to our own fate,
And with it comes the power to create.
So let us suffer, in this knowledge we seek,
For it's the only way to truly be unique.
came with a warning
forbiddance cast to the wind
man into a spin
DEAR STRAIT GIRL,
Please learn to keep
Your curiosity in check.
When you flip-flop,
It causes a wreck.
It's cool if you want
To be Bi.
It blows chunks when
You hang us out to dry.
Leave us alone, stay
In your strait world.
Don't come around here
Being an undercover girl.
Why does the strait girl?
Cross to the other side.
That day will come,
You will divide.
No big deal its
Just curiosity.
It looks more like
Hypocrisy.
She goes back to where ever
She came from.
Your messed-up for
Years to come.
You're cruising along, BANG,
Her feelings change.
The effect is the same as,
A double-barrel at close range.
It leaves a big
Black hole.
A million little pieces,
It kills the soul.
You ponder, where did
I go wrong?
She was never gay,
Just strung you along.
Emotions can be powerful,
A weapon of destruction.
Especially, when mixed with
The art of seduction.
It is not a phase,
Or a new toy.
The human heart is
Easy to destroy.
My sign does not
Read I recruit.
Look again, it reads
Forbidden fruit.
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When in need of an Answer
One needs to cut deep
To awaken the Magic
One slices horizontally,
Now, I can see it glowing
From the Heart of the Apple.
Like Hollywood movies filled with romance and suspense; arresting and captivating
The forbidden ignored; driven, we do it anyway; morality set aside
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Love crosses my path
But I didn't touch
She's forbidden fruit
But she's smokin'
In that tight body
I couldn't resist
So I tap her innocence
Forbidden fruit warned she
could be touched by none
So succulent she could not
be tasted by just anyone
Her name alone made men
crave her even more
Plucking her saying just
to taste they truly swore
But they never stopped
passing her all around
When sweetness faded
she laid upon the ground
Callously tossed there laying
bruised and beaten
So cruel not to end her,
but leave her half eaten
Soon days flew by she
slowly sank into the soil
Ashamed how they let her
very sweetness spoil
So proud that she was
praying for a kind death
But soon she was transformed
and took a new breath
Yet still forbidden fruit but
now with something new
When the men came again,
it'd be the day they'd rue
Once again they plucked
her from her sturdy tree
She swore her pain they
would surely feel and see
She was still so sweet and
succulent for them to eat
But to survive this toxic cocktail
would be their greatest feat
Named "the little apple of death"
a fitting name with a just cause
Her sweet fruit would be the last
these men ever tasted or saw
into me the snake
enticed in heaven of God
to eat (sex) forbidden fruit, the woman!
-June 28, 2019 Chattogram
Looking so sumptuous
Tempting unknowingly
Edging on onlookers
To do much more than stare
You insist to remain forbidden
But you desire to be claimed
Should I pick this forbidden fruit?
Oh no, I do not dare
To pick you would be lethal
Poisonous in your nature
I fall into your trap
Of great despair
Now I am just another victim
Of this forbidden fruit
Irresistible to the eye
Deadly to the touch
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