I desire to taste the fruit
Feel its smooth skin
But first
Let me smell
The innocence

When night comes
Be with me
Be the one next to me
I will taste you
And you will taste me

Plucked from a tree
I hold you in my arms
So ripe and ready
I slowly caress you
Feeling the tenderness

I take a bite
Stimulated
With juice rolling off my lips
Sweetness fills my mouth
The soul is over come