Making Love High Up in the Forbidden Tree
Forbidden love. The apples gone, naked truth goes on
Making Love High Up in the Forbidden Tree
We climb with whispers, hearts entwined,
Above the world, where secrets bind.
In branches thick with ancient lore,
Our love takes flight, forever more.
The wind, a soft and eager guide,
As we, together, dare the tide.
A dance of passion, wild, untamed,
In moonlight’s glow, we are unchained.
The stars bear witness to our trance,
A fleeting, sacred, daring dance.
Each kiss a promise, soft, yet free,
Made high up in the forbidden tree.
The earth below, the sky above,
A symphony of endless love.
In whispered sighs, in silken dreams,
We are the forest, we are the streams.
No mortal eyes may glimpse the sight,
Of two souls burning through the night.
In passion’s glow, we live, we flee,
Making love high up in the forbidden tree.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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This is scintillatingly romantic and enticing. Very nice. 🔥