28 January 2012
Forbidden Fruit
He invasions her in a orchard of peach trees, in tight white shorts and a baby blue & white checked blouce, sleeves rolled up, belly bare and too many buttons left undone.
The branches laid heavy with the beautiful ripe fruit, limbs hung low bearing the weight. She strolls through the trees as if in a wonderland, touching the velvet skin with her fingers, and stroking them with finger tips.
The air scented with their perfume. The finest of these, she stops to smell like a flower to her nose. With desire she picks her fruit, gently twisting it from the vine.
On a low hanging limb she leans back looking up at the sky not focusing, but seduced by the sweet nectar now running down her cheek and falling in heavy sweet drops to her breast. Her lips slowly brushing past the peach velvet each time she bites and she remembers the velvet feel of his skin on her lips, the tip of her tongue licking her lips, whispering his name as she exhales. Wishing he would appear and make her whole again as she laid back on the branch, blue sky & white billowing clouds reflecting in her twinkling eyes. In the dappled sun light of the orchard in his mind
written by Blossom
Forbidden Fruit • Opuss № I