Poison

A poison(ed) apple

The thought alone sends nerves
Sparkling through my impressionable

Flesh

I’ve fondled the idea letting
It slip, feebly my wistful mind
Eager hands retrieve it, play…
Nerves gleaming, brimmed with lust and
Anxiety, I stroke the imperfect apple-surface

Hypnotized by one finger

Almost… forgetting the danger,

My captivated tongue can (nearly) taste
How I crave, delicious-knowledge is
Killing (me) so tangible
Infatuation is superior

To fear reaching for you
Saturated and satisfied