cradled in my palms
round shiny and red
the promise of sweetness
all in my head
is he the serpent
that tempted eve
if i bite
will i bleed
fingers on keys
dash spring and prance
taking the chance
pink hues
muave shades
veiled flesh
taunts and evades
from the grasp and fondle
the kiss and nuzzle
of a man ensconced
by copper and resins
the apple grapple
cripples
mind and morals
shrivel
desire's juices
dribble
nothing's left to this
drivel
