I Bite Into the Apple

Once upon a time I was dating someone who was more religious than I was. He was hesitant to begin a sexual relationship. I felt like the biblical Eve in the Garden of Eden - coaxing, tempting, seducing - yearning for him to take a bite out of the apple.

It wasn't just the "apple" that I was thinking about when I wrote this poem. It was the act of reaching up and out, bringing it closer to me, and experiencing it with all my senses. The freedom to grasp life and enjoy it!

I bite into the apple
Pierce its shiny skin

I moan in delicious ecstasy

as its juice slips down my chin

I close my eyes and savor

the pieces on my tongue

My eyes slowly open

once the chewing is done

I gaze into the flesh

where I have left my mark

I lick the sappy sweetness left

from being torn apart

I open my lips

and close my eyes again

Anticipating the pleasure

the next bite will begin.