The freshly-picked apple

Is shiny and new.

The scent's overwhelming,

I long to pick two.

I bite with relish,

Into my apple.

Your

Apples falling from the trees
food for wasps and honey bees
Ripened scrumptious by the sun
take a bite, but watch your tongue

Low

Forbidden fruit, thou art the apple.

Gentle curves and supple skin,
Oh how you bring me to such sin
Rouge upon my lips' caress
verboten

Apples

His spiky hair, steel piercings, and visible tattoos
Disturbed the young woman as she approached
A hint at knowledge

Apple of My I

A drip of juice races from lip to chin;

Hear the breaking of the luminous skin?

Discover your health –