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The Apple My beloved fruit, it is time for pie but I cannot peel you from my eye Your skin so crimson, full with taste I promise you I shall not waste Temptation has overcome my mind as I sink my teeth into your rind Roundly sitting and calling my name I beg of you to end this game Because of you, Eden fell You made this heaven, a living hell Paradise lost because of desire For your flesh to set her lips afire Oh how sweet you truly are! I cannot stop having come this far As your sticky juice runs down my chin I lick it up and bite again Your core it rests upon my lips I push it further with fingertips I make your flavor one with me I am blinded by love, I taste to see My pie is lost, I have but crust I was such a fool for you to trust I have sinned, I have a plight For there will be no dessert tonight. |
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