Forbidden Fruit

Sweet fruit,

Forbidden fruit,

I shall ignore god's warning,

For to taste ambrosia I shall sin ten-thousand times more.

I cannot resist the serpent,

Nor do I think I would so desire.

 

Sweet skin,

Forbidden skin.

Sweet eyes,

Forbidden eyes.

Sweet mouth,

Forbidden mouth.

 

Let the dead gods rot!

To hell with them!

My boy, 

Let me love you,

Let me show you the ways of the flesh,

And let me extinguish the killing flame of innocence.

 

Sweet boy,

Lanky and blond,

Your mouth is my fruit.

Let me taste it.

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