I understand Eve's temptation as she picked the juiciest apple from the tree.
Glistening from the precipitation kissing its red flesh.
My hands quiver as I reach to pluck it from its stem...
Ignoring your voice in the back of my head.
I'm ravenous...
Skin hot to the touch...
Mouth-watering from the vibrant crimson red apple in my palm.
I know it's wrong to feel this good, but what harm could one bite do?
You told me to stay away, nevertheless the desire was too much to bare.
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