The Forbidden fruit.
Took a bite of the forbidden fruit, now I want the whole tree. This sweet fruit is a killer, but the temporary joy it gives makes you think it’s worth dying for.
It’s an irony how bitter things are good for the body, but sweet things aren’t. Got me wondering… if I sow the seed of a forbidden fruit, will it germinate into a holy grain, or still inherit the sins of the father?
I’m ready to embrace my demons. I suppressed it for so long, now it feels like a lifestyle.
I’m not the one speaking, it’s this masked demon in me…it wants to satisfy it’s cravings.
My desire is ignited. My lust fuelled with passion.
Just as the angels took photographs for judgement day, my hands caressed your hard nipples. The stars shined it’s light on hidden parts of your sacred body. I penetrated from behind because I always cum first. But whenever you say you’re coming to see me, we always cum together.
I tried to stay holy, but still I came to this world to satisfy my cravings. So whenever you’re wet, we end up having red stains. Don’t get it twisted…one mans meat as another mans camel toe.
So I’m just goon sober up, and pray our climax won’t crash with a bang of destruction. And before I ask for forgiveness, I’ll try to get the fruit of mercy, from the very top of the tree that bears the forbidden fruit.
