Forbidden fruit.

It was, or is? The forbidden fruit.
Denied for so long, 5 years long.

A thought, a suggestion, the eyes start the conversation, followed by gentle fingertips.

An intended subtle hint, infact, not atall subtle. Edible, enjoyable.

A familiar sensation stirs.
An unconscious response.

A shared understanding, that with gentle persuasion, perhaps the layers would gently reveal flesh to be devoured.

Tracing the skin, fingertips moisten...

Readiness, fully immersed.

It was, it is. Not forbidden.