The Real Taste of the Forbidden FruitA Poem by Sir JoeThe scented candle melts, Its flame can be felt; Heat crawls, desire grows, Sweat drips as curtains fall. Their hands seem uneasy, They touch exploringly, Caressing each other's body, Baring each other totally. His dry hardness plunges Into her moistened softness - Pussycat meets cockatoo, They're now one, though they're two. As one, they dance with the groove Which gets faster as they move Until he reaches his limit And ends the dance with his vomit. One, again, becomes two Few minutes of fun is through, The dance they had brought pleasure But what's at stake's their future. Indeed, they're young and free Yet both are not happy; Who were once one - he and she - Are burdened 'cause now they're three.
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Added on July 2, 2012Last Updated on March 28, 2013 AuthorSir JoeStoneville, Oragonland, Pearl of the Orient Seas, PhilippinesAboutWriting is one way I preserve memories, ideas, thoughts, and moments. When I write, I feel I keep a record of the pieces of my existence. Through writing, my deepest emotions become unrestrained, the .. more..Writing
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