My Forbidden Fruit
My Forbidden Fruit
If it were a perfect world, it would be you and me
I fantasize a bit, I have that tendency
I picture you holding me as I inhale your love while listening to the rhythm of your heartbeat
I wonder the taste you would leave upon my lips after a kiss
I daydream about how you made me feel when you gracefully rubbed your finger across my cheek on the football field one Saturday morning
You may not remember
But since then, even more I often would yearn for you
My forbidden fruit, I’m forced to put these feelings aside
Getting full on what I’m holding inside
Even if you don’t realize exactly who I am, at least my words were expressed
If telling you my feelings is of any sin, I pray God has already forgave
I just had to let you know before my soul ever ascends and body in the grave.
I Love You!
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