The Taste of Forbidden Fruit

To Reaper

The cool scales slide against my skin,
coils around my leg.
The snake moves upwards
to the sacred channel.

I bite into the red juicy apple,
the sour-sweet taste explodes
in a gush of sensation.

The seductress betwixt my thighs
is a full-bodied redhead
with a forked tongue.

She pleasured me more than
Adam ever did and ever will.
Where does my lover now dwell?
No satisfaction since her snake bite.