Forbidden Fruit Poem by Victoria Waylett

Forbidden Fruit



A forbidden fruit hanging from a tree dangling in front me. Holding

my lips that want to meet its sweet taste. It calls out to me, wishing

to me, hoping to me, longing for me. It's beauty whisking the air out

of me. A forbidden fruit dangling perfectly in front of me. Though

loving it's beauty I slip away and let nature be.

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