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First Taste

Sitting in the park
I couldn't stop staring
At the pretty girl sitting under the tree
With an apple in her hand
Pretty girls and apples I've read that before
But what did that apple in Eden
Go through before it was tasted
I looked at the girl and began to wonder

Eyeing the girl across the park
I thought of Eve
As she was naked and approached the tree
Dazed and new to the world
In Earths garden of paradise

The serpent played his trick with convincing speech
Stretch forth thy arm woman and know
To help her confused state decide
He played a trick to help her pick
And the serpent brought forth a ray from the sun
A golden ray struck the doomed fruit
Maybe the same ray that colored her hair

She finally saw the apple of her delight
With her shaking hand she gripped it tight
As the serpent looked on she gave a stare
Before moving the apple to her skin bare

The shining apple she cautiously felt
Her lips in anticipation began to melt
Yet the bite of this fruit would have to wait
Assessing everything a woman's trait

She began to move the apple on her pink skin
Sensation never felt was about to begin
The apples hard, red skin....a new feeling
For her perfect body now heavily breathing

Temptation was growing too much to contain
As her mouth opened wide there was no pain

Her wide-open mouth and a dripping tongue
Licked every inch of the fruit she clung
The fruit now fully caressed and wet
Her glowing white teeth were all set

For Eve could now give the fatal blow
To the world as she began to chew slow
Such hunger, there was nothing left to waste
As her mouth was filled with the sweetest taste
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Submitted on May 01, 2011

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