Forbidden Fruit

She watches over me like a vulture waiting for her pray
undressing my cloth covered skin as well as the flesh
tasting my mind, deep within to a core long forgotten.
Lips focused on ignoring her internal thoughts, pressed tightly
A rare smile blossoms on a picturesque face, current.
Warm, sudden flood inside, rushes over solid bone
quenches the thirst to which my body constantly aches.
Cool breezes part the air between her gaze and mine
for only a moment our sight does grasp the others hand,
yet the spark is not only felt from this side of the wire.
Thin, glistening bolts of energy ignite-
halting as our attached gaze quickly departs
and our eyes adjust for an indirect view-
She watches over me like a woman wanting-
a divine dominatrix with erotic musings in her mind,
bittersweet concoction of confusion and anxiety-
Two hearts finding themselves as one-
and passing on the chances of enchantment
with nothing more to hold on to
but the fantasies of the other held tight,
nibbling, loving, knowing-
The slender brunette vulture,
in her pray’s arms- the twist in the plot
a reality check- the right to every possible wrong-
a simple kiss, a forbidden pleasure-
trapped in an array of delectable entanglements
lips pressed to lips, eyes no longer frightened-
two hands held, love finds existence in a once somber heart.