It grows in a dark, lush place.
The air is perfumed with a scent so primal
and seductive that to breathe it is to sin.
There is no passage of time
Only the hot moment.
No past, no future, no present.
Trembling, quivering, it clings to itself and any who
dare touch it.
Its vines wrap around my waist, my arms, my legs.
It caresses my lips, my cheeks, my breasts, my thighs.
The flower burns bright red
in my eyes.
I flush.
It is dangerous here.
and secret
and powerful.
I am ready yet I resist.
My loins feel warm and throbbing.
Trickles of moisture run down my body.
Perspiration and passion.
My nipples harden and I shiver.
My mouth stretches and I shake.
My fingers reach slowly to pluck
the forbidden fruit.