No apt title

Excuse me while I light my spliff; (spliff)
Good god, I gotta take a lift: (lift)
From reality I just cant drift; (drift)
Thats why I am staying with this riff. (riff)

Easy Skanking _ Bob Marley

So I picked up the forbidden fruit last night… It was, shall we say, ripe for the picking. Like a mango… you know.

I could tell it was ripe from the full, fruity aroma that emanated from the porous skin. So soft It was, to the touch, gently yielding to the slight press of my fingers… succulent.

It was for sale I assumed… for I was in the black market; though no one was there to demand payment for it. A lucky break, I figured, as I wielded it in my hands... as if I'd done it before; and walked, nonchalantly I hoped, down the nearly empty aisles, struggling not to glance around furtively, and all the time expecting a 'Halt!' command to accompany the tap on my shoulder, from the long arm of the law.

Finally, I made it to the gates… slipped it onto the passenger seat…. and drove home… with one eye on the road.

And my fingers, I literally had to pry them off of it… to shift the gear.

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Curious thing happened when I got home… I did not rise to the occasion, and indulge my craving.

Choosing instead, to stare at it for the remainder of the night… in contemplation. A single bite, is all it would take, I was sure… but I dared not.

I stared and I wondered…

I dreamt... having fallen asleep, I dreamt that I'd had it. Savoured the sweetness of it.... smudged it all over my face... nibbling at the skin, then biting off huge chunks of it, the juices freely running, from the corners of my lips... down my fingers.... sticky fingers, eeky almost. I breathed it in... licked my lips, bit off another chunk... and like that it went on forever... an orgy of sorts....

A wet, sticky affair.... long into the night.... quenched thirsts, sated cravings.... eternal bliss... and the knowledge...

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I woke up with a start... half expecting to glance down and find my skivvies gone.... and the creator upset.... impatiently calling me out... You know, like in the bible.

I glanced around... the fruit was still there, unbitten still.... but just as appealing in the brightness of the morning.. The rays of the sun, reflecting off the yellow tinge of its skin... invitingly.

I stared and I wondered.