Friday, September 2, 2011

Forbidden fruit

Forbidden fruit
you can't help but taste
Raw and carnal
unadultered by media
or social normalities

Feel soft lips,
butterflies covering
every inch of my
growing exposure of skin.

Hands graze
every spot
like they were meant
for me... even though
it could be anyone.

You tell me softly
that you can make up
for areas you lack;
scars that just won't fade

And you prove it
bending my will
to your very command
making me moan

with anticipation
I can't
give in to primal demands.

Not yet.
Not now.

In time,
when your butterfly kisses
pierce my core -
when your mouth
on my veins breaks
all internal self consciousness

then I will become

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