It's in the flicker of the eyes,
the flash of a smile,
the last lingering word where nothing is said.
I speak only for the purpose of capturing your attention,
yet I know the battle is won.

My heart may not beat for you,
but my body does not rest.
A brush of the hand or the echo of your voice
- this suffices.

Yet it is her you return to.
Her who holds you.
But can love co-exist where lust wanders?

If lord forgives us for our sins, then allow me this,
for the bite of the Apple may be just too sweet.