Apple
Sweetly succulent fruit
Hanging within my grasp
But still out of reach
You tempt me so
In ways
Only you know
Apple
Glossy in the suns rays
Looking so ripe
But not ready for the picking
You make me linger
Make me ponder
As I dream of you
Apple
Sweetly succulent fruit
You know I am forbidden-
But I really want to
Have a taste of heaven-
If you so wish
Tempt me not like this
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