Apple-Sweet

Plucked from her bow, perfectly apple-sweet, in the heart of his own paradise. Her center a chaos of lustful heat. His voice was a litany of vice. The deed forbidden, her body unsung, as his teeth broke her porcelain skin. The taste of her lingered on his tongue.

Ravaged innocence was her cardinal sin. Numb euphoria made her mind spin, reveling in the pleasures of the curious woman. With emotional chaos wrought within, all the fire in her bosom. But what had now fallen victim to aching despair, torn from the arms of desperate love, left him abandoned, vulnerable, and exposed to wrath from heaven above.

She wasn’t his, yet he longed for her touch. Lose now to fate and chance. The world had never seen such cruel sacrifices for her beauty.

Time is so fleeting, it was just torture, a grasping fist of golden sand. It slipped and poured, a fleeting moment, grains that ever drifted from his hand. When all you are is who you love, and knowing they love you back.

That when they’re gone, a void of light, and all that remains is darkest black. That joyless voice whispering awake, a crushing darkness deep within. Hell and ghosts and abandoned heartache pour in and crawl beneath your skin.

A glorious beauty his eyes now saw, like cloudless skies on a summer evening. On the mild, warm evening lust, From the rising heat no sweet reprieve. Breathtaking beauty on magnificent display, Where burnished sunlight frames, A mind marked by the realm of day.

A hopeful, barren heart blazed. He grasped the soft, delicate wrist and watched this vision spin. A measurable clearing of a sad fog, a russet face. From his dreams, she seemed to conjure that familiar smile on her face.

A burning rose in a flame. A heavenly radiance of grace. The day gave way, a blanket of sunshine, amber warmth, and the late hour.

Hand took hand, their fingers intertwined, and within her a perfumed flower. Blue and bright eyes with luminous depths in which his heart could swim. The Empyrean, pure joy, sweet abundance filled her to the brim. To once again drink her lips from the richest berries, a gentle touch that the milieu had no longer perceived.

Plump and red like sweet ripe cherries, heart full, summer love stirs. The evening air filled with amorous sighs as starving hands were seized and plundered. Passion captured in trembling eyes, in their hearts exquisite rapture and wonder.

To lie again on the full breast of his love and let himself be carried away by its gentle fall and swell. To wake up and dream in a sweet restlessness, listening to the magic of her gentle breath. He longed to lie with such a sweetly written soul as his heart desires. Love and laziness, a raging passion suppressed.

Three little words to soothe the soul and envelop it in his adoration. The fragments of fate have now been healed. From a perfect creature of God’s creation.