Fiddauthor poem I wrote
(From the perspective of college!Stanford Pines)
Biting into the fruit of knowledge, much like Eve,
Every atom of my being awoke when I felt his lips on me.
The walls I thought were protecting me crumbled to dust,
Like my body’s restraints when exposed to this newfound lust.
I melted under his touch, along with the fruit in my mouth.
His long, thin fingers rubbed my shoulders, almost as if a wish could come out.
I’m sure if he used it, he would remove the wrongness of our deed.
I’m sure if he used it, we would be free.
If consuming the fruit of knowledge is a sin,
Our love will have us damned to hell my the highest of seraphim.
But my male body, seemingly possessed by a madman,
Had me grinding desperately into the lap of a fellow man.
Each wave of pleasure that hit and washed over us,
We welcomed it, because it was never enough.
Growing exponentially in volume and passion,
We both finally tipped over the edge when our kissing turned to bashing.
Our minds flooded, like our boxers, with pure ecstasy.
Floating in this dreamlike state, I wished he was my destiny.
All good things come to an end,
But tonight, we ignored that, for we had each other in that bed.