My breath escapes me as my chest starts to burn and my stomach spins into a mass of tension, until my knees go weak and my legs collapse out from under me.
I'm waisted. Some how along the way I must have downed a bottle of poison as my mind wanders and the brightness of the world forces me to close my eyes. My head pounds.
It's forbidden. To crave the apple atop the tree, never to know it's sweetness unless to take that unforgiveable bite... feeling the texture of heaven roll across the tounge and soothe the palette with drops of bitter sweet juice.. enough to make your mouth water and your senses flare. Can you taste it?
Like fine silk, running the tips of each finger down the soft smooth crevace of each and every fold.. finding ones self never wanting to move as the warmth makes the hair on the arm stand raised.. like a lightening strike.
In a bottle... it can't be contained.. and it will eat me alive until I'm consumed. I will be mad, having no rational thought left to contain my sanity.
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