Peach / Copyright 2002 guymalone.com

You just hang there, looking luscious,
tempting me.

I probably shouldn't.

Still, there you are, just within my reach...
And I've so far failed to make it clear
that I'm trying to resist what you offer
(without really offering, of course).

You just hang there, as you would, whether I were here to see you or not.

It's not like you're purposely trying to tempt me or anything;
I just allow myself to feel tempted by your presence ... by your fragrance.
I could leave and be done with it, if I really wanted.

Hmmm. Except it appears I don't.

It's not like you're the original forbidden fruit or anything.
I'm neither cruel, nor naive, enough to say that.
No, there is no death in embracing you -
but you'd think by now I'd have learned from my mistakes
...if it even would be a mistake, that is...
Who can say?

If I reach out for you, what's the real consequence if I've done wrong?
If I bite, would I destroy you? Or myself for that matter?
Would this really only matter for the time you were inside of me,
or is there much more to consider?

Would you remain inside, a new and integral part of me?
Immediate desire aside, that's what I truly want, as I think by now you know.

So would we join and be the same? Would you even wish to stay?
Or would you just as soon find your way out of me?
And having tasted you, would I become sick, or nourished?
I truly don't know.

And how would you fare, darling temptress? because I consider this, too...

Would you grow back in time, or is it a horrendous sin to even want to gobble you up?
You're the one that's hanging there, acting all helpless to move and all...

But are you even really ripe, for that matter?
Or am I just a little too hungry?

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