thE forBIdden

a fruit that is forbidden appeals most to the basic wants of man
to taste what you are not allowed to taste
to partake of that which you are not meant to
to pick that, that isn't meant to be picked
it dangles in your face through the long cold days
just begging to be eaten
so you can be warmed with its sweet necter
you sleep so it won't bother you
but even in your most secret place it plauges you
a vision of it sitting before you at sunrise
wet morning dew glistens from its soft outer form
gleaming bright like blonde hair rippling in a cool breeze
its almost as if luscious lips are upon it waiting to be kissed
reaching out you touch it lightly admiring the silky smooth feel
stepping forward you graze it agianst your lips taking in its tantalizing aroma
your teeth extend to nibble a bite but you jump awake
for even in a dream the forbidden stays forbidden
the only difference bieng...
in life you can take the bite ;)