The same way
Bosch envisioned the garden of
Earthly delights
The same way I find you
Always on your knees, how I
Imagine succumbing would taste
Sensory overload, rampant pleasure
A deep cacophony of sounds
One after another, unrelated yet
Fitting all the same
The same way Eve bit into
The apple, the same way I tauntingly
Hover over you as you
Beg for a taste

3AM Thoughts // AKA “You Are Art Personified.”