I've always loved apples.
The thrill of a fresh one
Tickling my taste buds
Waking me up
Making me moan.
But I've always been weak
Falling for temptation
and whispers of proposals;
maybe you should try that one
Foolish like women of ivory skin
And ebony hair
My red lips touch the flesh
Fueling my body with it's poison
Turning everything dark.
I awoke today
Turned around
And faced the pip of forbidden fruit
The snakes are laughing
And I'm waiting to be locked out of Paradise.
I've always loved apples.
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 2:35 PM UTC
I've always loved apples.
The thrill of a fresh one
Tickling my taste buds
Waking me up
Making me moan.
But I've always been weak
Falling for temptation
and whispers of proposals;
maybe you should try that one
Foolish like women of ivory skin
And ebony hair
My red lips touch the flesh
Fueling my body with it's poison
Turning everything dark.
I awoke today
Turned around
And faced the pip of forbidden fruit
The snakes are laughing
And I'm waiting to be locked out of Paradise.
I've always loved apples.
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