A forbidden fruit looms over me,
In the cracked and broken tree,
Maybe, maybe, it will fall for me.
My parched lips are aching,
My knees and hands are shaking,
This feeling of need- I cannot be faking.
Shiny and golden among the rest,
I will climb the tree to meet the quest,
Hopefully the tree won't mind a guest!
Higher and higher I go,
Hopefully no one sees me,
For then they will know,
That I have other feelings I do not show.
Tantalizing tastes come from deep within,
Tempting pulses try and try to win,
Shredding through me, like rugged tin.
But this godly fruit is older than I,
Many, many years have created it wise,
Its wisdom, is the reason of my demise.
Promise me, oh promise,
That you will never flee.
And leave me, forbidden fruit,
leave me be.