My Forbidden Fruit
O deadly temptress from a lit cig,
must you be this serpentine
from my forbidden apple tree?
must you persistently entice me
with your endless nudges
that make me catch a whiff
and painfully loving every sniff?
as sexy as your dance may seem
you have to swirl your seducing air to somebody else..
as ghostly as you can get
i need you to haunt other people
for at least 6 more months.
now, be gone, my sweet tormentor!
be gone!