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He tells me this has to end

And I just cannot comprehend

With his hands on my body

And his lips on my face

How that could ever take place.

He’d never been kissed

So I set out to show him what he’d missed

His curious fingers inched slowly

Below my waist

Such a saint starved for sin

Boldly begging for a taste.

I’d made him come…

To the other side.

I lured him into eating

Forbidden fruit from the palm of my hand

Whispering softly

“I’ll show you the way”.