The first bite, always the juiciest
The juice running down your chin, will remain always
Your mouth will water for more
This temptation will burn in your eyes,
Plant itself in the back of your mind
But that bite is forbidden
Never should have happened
Your torture: never take a bite of this temptation again
But it will sit within your grasp
Forever untouched by you again
by Libby Bechtel (2/22/12) ©
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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