Is it so hard?The Apple Excess Success

The Apple

by Caitlin and Erin Stephens-North

You were walking by,
And found yourself in the mood,
A left,
Instead of a right,
Behind a veil of cloudy bloom,
Voluptuous and smiled.

Your caress,
Painfully suppressed hunger,
With molecular excitement,
Carried me,
Paid,
Left.

Your tongue tracing a curve,
You tasted me selfishly.

Now I see I lived to die,
And arm myself to satisfy.

Left my remains at your feet,
Turned,
Walked away,
Satisfied.

Copyright © 2002-2006 Erin Louise Stephens-North.

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