He was the apple I took a bite out of,

savored every droplet of juice that squished out of every bite.
He was the sculpture I touched so softly,

felt every line and bump that my fingers ran over countless times.
He was the boundaries that I climbed over,

adventurous and reckless not worrying about a care in the world.
I was to hungry, I was to longing for touch,

I was to young to know he was a forbidden fruit.
Something I should have never touched.