Sinful Bliss

"Pick a fruit," he tells me.

And I reach out to pluck a fruit from the tree.

"See how sweet, how juicy, how blissfully wonderful it tastes,"

As I nod and take a little bite. 

The fruit tastes sinfully sweet in my mouth 

And it transcends me - 

To a world full of pleasure, 

To a world far from mine. 

I savour the heavenly taste of his fruit

'Til the sweetness takes over my body,

With a lingering promise of more.

But the fruit leaves a bitter aftertaste,

And I become aware.

I am naked-

Lying in the coldness of the hard marble floor, 

With unbreakable chains clinging to my skin. 

I hear his low, monotonous voice-

A voice without a hint of emotion, 

Manipulating me with commands.

I can see his brooding eyes-

Unseeing, 

Clouded-

A hole of nothingness taking me a prisoner.

He pops another fruit into my mouth, 

And whispers-

"See how sweet, how juicy, how blissfully wonderful sin tastes like,"

As I nod and take a little bite, 

My soul is his once again.