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Forbidden Fruit

I like nothing- 

Other than you. 

 

Your tender skin-

Peeled into a crunch. 

 

Savouring love. 

 

Your flesh ingrained with delicious desire. 

 

Wetting my lips

Bending my neck, 

I bite. 

Your flavour sinks into my life, 

Seizing my mind, 

With your fragrant ties

You take me over-

I beg for nothing- 

Other than you- 

Your rebirth. 

Your fruit.  

 

 

 

Photography by Jon Sailor 

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