A snake of desire would not likely stop at a bite of an apple It needs to coil around a tree and cuddle with some feedback or unleash in a river of force with no hope to return A sudden vent would do for a burst of flame A slow and uprising crush though need to be kissed in moonlight of serenity subside ever so slightly in the tide of dreams There are so many streams of tickles itched to be redirected It is not a sea that could hold the destiny |