Clandestine

the leaves rustle forebodingly
from the presence beneath this tree
as we stand
sin-filled blood red apple gripped
tightly in your sanguine hand

you stare as if caught in a witch's trance
a prisoner of desire as I make my advance
constraints forsaken
lascivious temptation from an angel
more mistress than maiden

I dance into your ravishing arms
the breeze and the branches mock my charms
and swaying hips
awaiting the press of verboten opulence
to trespassing lips

using avoidance tactics for cupid's darts
we're playing catch with beating hearts
yours of the purest gold
something I have never before encountered
in my erratic world

caught and captivated, the predator roars
sent messages in bottles to faraway shores
and awaited reply
distracted with daydreams of virtuous patience
presuming a lie

now my piercing eyes and your genuine smile
deviously whispering before we stand up on trial
hear the serpent's hiss
besieged by this atmosphere similar of Eden
this forbidden bliss