Tino's Flowery Thoughts

Forbidden fruit, a tempting, wicked bite, Now fills my soul with a forbidden light. I craved, I took, a hunger deep inside, No reason strong enough to turn aside. The taste, oh sweet, a reason it was banned, A pleasure endless, grasped within my hand. Like endless food, a hunger unconfined, The more I take, the more my cravings bind. A single bite, a curse they used to say, But on this tree, I've feasted all the way. No curse descends, but pleasure takes its hold, A vibrant life, a story yet untold. They called it poison, meant for one to fear, But what's one man's curse, another holds so dear. Regret now whispers, of chances missed before, A life less sweet, a joy I should've explored. The courage found in darkest desires' flame, Ignites a fire, whispers my own name. This forbidden fruit, my newfound delight, May hold the future, burning ever bright.

"Brother," they say, a label neat and clear, But oh, this brother sets my heart afire, my dear. A friend's dear kin, off-limits by decree, Yet in my mind, a tempting fantasy. "Brother," I sigh, a word that shouldn't thrill, But oh, your smile, a forbidden kind of kill. A perfect face, a dangerous kind of charm, A whispered secret, setting off the alarm. "Brother," I think, with a fluttering beat, Gasoline near a flame, a risky feat. Your eyes hold depths I shouldn't long to see, For there, a blaze could erupt wildly, for thee and for me. A stolen glance, a brush of hands, a spark, Fireworks imagined, leaving their mark. A stolen kiss, a fleeting, sweet embrace, A moment's pleasure, a dangerous space. Goodbyes linger, a hidden, yearning ache, My traitorous heart, a secret it won't break. "Brother," I whisper, a bittersweet refrain, A fire I hold, a love that can't explain.