tell me about
the love of a lover
who is from another
set of spread legs
that sizzle like butter.
the passion is a twin,
circling a figure 8
that centers in
the sand i stand upon.
my appetite for her
is only so much more
because we don't
belong to each other.
they don't lie
when they say
the forbidden fruit is the most ripest.
i pluck what i can
from her smooth, tight skin.
