Posted in Canada, Prose, Relationships

Forbidden Fruit

Today, she sent a sexy photo

to me,

“Forbidden fruit!”, I yelled aloud

just not being alone, the others present, just

stared,

 

Her naked feet, and an ankle

bracelet,

my palms, wet to the touch

almost dropped my coffee cup

on my cellphone,

 

The others around me,

had no pity,

“Consorting with Foreign Women, and their

naked body parts,

will lead you to wreck and ruin!”

 

Yeah. I knew that to be true,

but her ankles, dear God

those ankles……

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My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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