Forbidden Fruit Part 2

They said “Don’t bite the apple, Chan,” but I had to. I can’t remember the last time I wanted something as bad as I want you.

We’d often pass each other in silence, hoping that one of us would say something. Hoping that we were beyond the frontin’ and admit what it is that we're both wanting.

Each other.

We crossed paths again, and time seemed to be at a standstill. You towered over me as I looked up at you.

It was now or never. It was all natural vibes, we didn't need to come up with pickup lines or anything clever.

We grinned.

Something keeps telling me that I probably shouldn’t. With a connection like ours, I can’t think of any valid reason why we wouldn’t.

Unsure of what would come next, we slowly bit into one another. We watched as we exploded in front of each other. No time to duck. No time to run for cover.

Although it escalated quickly, we still took it slow. At this point, it would be our best bet is to go with the flow.

A little vulnerable at the time but I still felt protected.

We connected.

This is a cold world, but you provided a certain level of heat. You made it easy for our bodies and souls to meet.

Who knew that this would taste so sweet?

You took your time as you peeled back each protective layer until my core was exposed. I stood there baring my all, but in no way did I feel cold.

You made it clear that I wasn’t alone.

This is something that neither of us would take for granted. Why wouldn’t we stick around to see the results of the seeds that we’d planted?

Our garden is so fruitful.

I think that we both knew that it would be this beautiful.

So nourishing. A garden that is forever flourishing.

There was so much to be desired with no need to be mentioned. As sure as my river runs deep and your soldier stands at attention.

You made me feel at ease.

What are we doing? I suppose we’ll take a closer look at these Beautiful Ruins.

No nervous drinking. No fidgeting. No overthinking.

We knew what we initially set out to do. Less wondering about it & more me on top of you.

You showed off your bark as you tapped into my sap.

If a tree falls in the forest, does it make a noise? I’m trying to keep my composure and my poise.

It’s our show. I want you to make it a movie.  

I should be careful what I wish for, now you’re In Too Deep.

With every touch and every stroke, I can’t control it. You grin as you’re in it, but it’s too good to hold it.

We’ll have to let this one go and start another round.

Face down, ass up. Back arched, booty round.

The moans got louder. I know you hear my body calling. One of us has to tap out, or we’ll be at this all morning.

The sunlight hits and you tell me to turn over. Oh my goodness, it’s even better when we’re sober.

This fruit salad is too damn good, I never want this to stop. We have to go our separate ways, but it was worth every drop

Until we meet again, I’ll stay juicy and stay patient. Just remember who runs this show and who is the Brains of This Operation…