feed me slices of apple cut with your penknife
under the old barren tree
twist your fingers in my hair, unkempt

lick at the trailing juices from my lip
travel south on my neck
smile into my flesh, huff my heady scent

grip me tighter, escape, venture inside
pour illicit prayers
in my mouth with foreheads pressed

glide through the path of the garden
lush in my summer prime
take all that I have and give in to temptation