The silhouette of forbidden fruit comes into view.

With her brown turned black hair,
green eyes that hypnotize,
and if given half a chance I could find
heaven under denim pants.

But my Mind is not on what
lies between her thighs.

What I like is a bit higher.

Her mind. Her wants, her fears,
her laughs, her tears.
These are what draw me to her.

But it is not meant be, at least not yet.

So I sit on hold as my mind
rips through my soul.

But hey inner turmoil is the best kind.

I watch as she goes to the hands of another,
the thought of their kiss makes my heart shudder.

But what doesn’t kill you will make you… wish it had.

All I can do is wait for her,
sitting on my hands until they go numb,
sitting on my thoughts until they go numb,
sitting on my heart until it goes, numb.

But hey, inner turmoil is the best kind.