My Forbidden Fruit

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    My Forbidden Fruit

     To want and have you is in my thoughts,
    I want you to be mine, but at what cost?
    Wanting yur lips to feel the softness of mine,
    Maybe they could, another place, another time.
    Your nector so sweet as I taste you in my mind,
    I can't help what I feel, but I know what I'll never find.
    What could it be about the forbidden fruit i desire?
    Could it be you set my heart on fire?
    But we both belong to another,
    We'll always wonder how we could be with each other.
    The exhilorating, intoxicating sound of your voice,
    Leaves me with no other choice.
    We say it's forbidden, but how much?
    Can we at least feel the slightest touch?
    My fruits are forbidden, but not as much as you say,
    You, me our wants and needs will come another day.

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    MootPoint commented on My Forbidden Fruit

    01-04-2010

    Nice write, but I want more. I'll keep reading :) I'll round up and give you a 10 ")
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    stellar commented on My Forbidden Fruit

    09-27-2009

    i can really relate with this poem...when i fantasize///love this so much...this is a daring beautiful poem
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    HeavensGuardian commented on My Forbidden Fruit

    09-14-2009

    Well it is tantalizing and slightly provocative, but that is what it was intended to be, very well thought out.
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    dewachen commented on My Forbidden Fruit

    09-14-2009

    i loved this poem, I can relate to this. The forbidden fruit can be very intoxicating.
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    Chaos128 commented on My Forbidden Fruit

    09-14-2009

    Tasting nectar in the mind; a very evocative image. Here's my problem with temptation... even when you win, you lose. Well done, Nikki.
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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