Apples aren’t meant for people like me
They’re forbidden for those who go by she
They’re meant for those who go by he
I promised myself that I wouldn’t take a bite
I’ve been told all my life that this isn’t right
I promised myself that I would refrain
But it seemed impossible to not give in
Like a drought desperately needing the rain
The longer I stayed, the more I craved
I felt the blood pumping through my veins
The sweetest looking fruit I’ve ever seen
I couldn’t help myself no matter how hard I tried
One little bite and my hunger was satisfied
The sweet apple pursed against my lips
I continued to eat the apple, not caring about the pips
Not caring about the juice dripping down my face
This is forbidden
But oh, how I love the taste
Entrapped in her warm embrace
I couldn’t let this apple go to waste
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Author:
Steph (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Quite a symbolic and most provocative write. Exudes imagery!
Have you just confessed that you are responsible for climate change and all the other troubles that inflict the world?😀
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