Forbidden Fruit

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FORBIDDEN FRUIT
By N. Dorado

Pulling, pulling.
Tighter, tighter.

The more I pulled, pulled
The tighter, tighter
The knots
Hugged my wrists.

Tighter, tighter.

She’d tied me well.

Surprise
At her ingenuity
At her cunning
At her passion
At her sudden knowledge.

Who knew she knew
Such games
Such wisdom
Such cunning
Such passion?

Surprise
At her boldness
At her lack of fear
At her passion
Again
Yes, again,
Her passion.

The chords were soft
Though tight
Holding my arms
To the posts
Of the makeshift bed
With comfort
Such comfort.

The chords were thick
And intricately coiled
Impossible
Impossible to loosen
Impossible to escape
Impossible to break free
Impossible to do anything
Except wiggle my fingers.

Impossible
To do anything but what she wanted me to do.

If indeed I wanted
To escape
Or break free
Or do anything
Except be there
Under her control
Doing what she wanted me to do.

No longer struggling
I surrendered
I accepted
The circumstance
The situation
The game
Completely at her mercy.

The thought excited me.

She stood at my feet
Silhouetted
Against the morning sun.

She stepped forward
Looking perfect, perfect
As perfect as
My inexperienced eyes
Could imagine.

Her tanned skin
Glistened, glistened
With a light sheen
Of perspiration.

Was she more excited
Than her captive?

Her breath quickened.

Was her heart beating
As fast as mine?

In her left hand
She held the fruit
The fruit
The red and shiny fruit.

A strawberry
The size of a grapefruit.

A white spot
Eclipsed its edge.
She had already
Taken a bite.

Stepping forward
Her eyes dancing, dancing
Over me.

She pounced.

In one sinuous motion
She straddled my hips.

Like the tide
Caressing the shore
She moved, moved
On top of me

A wicked smile
Wicked eyes
Wicked expression
On her face.

Long auburn hair
Brushed my skin
Tickled, tickled me
A sensation
I thoroughly enjoyed
Causing my flesh
To shiver, shiver.

She bit
Into the fruit
Again
The fruit
Its juice
Dripped down
Upon my bare chest.

Leaning over
Her lips
Touched my skin
Licking, licking
The sappy fluid
Trickling, trickling
Around my nipple.

Slowly, slowly
She inched up
Slowly, slowly
She kissed my mouth.

My tongue touched
Hers
Tasting, tasting, tasting
The sweetness
The cold nectar.

Never before
Had I tasted
Had I touched
Had I tongue-touched
Anything
So sweet
So divine!

Her kiss
Grew more urgent
More hungry
More passionate
Until
She broke away
And bit into the fruit
Again
Again
Again
Ravenously
Again.

She dangled
The crimson, over-sized berry
To my jaw.
I leaned over
Leaned, leaned
As much as I could
Sinking my teeth
Into its tender flesh.

As I swallowed,
Savoring, savoring
Its incredible flavor
Its succulent juices
My lover leaned
Over me
Pressing, pressing
Her mouth
To mine.

She let the fruit
Roll, roll
Roll from her hand
Roll to the ground.

Then
Her fingers
Her lovely fingers
Her delicate fingers
Expertly flew
Over the straps
That bound me,
Freeing my arms.
Finally free.
Free.
Free.

My newly released limbs
Wrapped, wrapped
Around her lithe body,
Around her tight body,
Around her electric body,
Holding her closer.

Closer.

She pulled up
To my ear
And whispered,
“I love you,
I love you, Adam,
I love you,
More than anything.”

And I believed her.
“More than anything.”
More than Eden.
More than Heaven.
More than God.
More than anything.

I confessed
“I love you too”
Realizing the meaning
Of those words
For the first time
As Eve’s lips
Fell on my neck.
“I love you
More than everything
In this world.”
More than anything
In this world
Beyond this world.
More than anything,
More than everything.

The truth, the truth
Of my sudden revelation
The ultimate revelation
The knowledge of good and evil
The knowledge of ourselves
And our place in this paradise
Frightened me
Terrified me…

Exhilarated me.

At that moment
All I cared about
Was the girl
The wise girl
The wild girl
The passionate girl
In my arms
In my now free arms.
Free to know.
Free to love.
Free to act.

I continued
to kiss her
to taste her
The taste, the taste
Still in our mouths
The taste, the taste
Of the forbidden fruit.