writing in class time is fun...its usually socials too...that class is boring. anyways enjoy...an extended metaphor type poem. constructive criticism is appreciated.

Forbidden Fruit

She sees it displayed so beautifully
Sitting there right in front of her
Looking rather so innocent
As she steps another foot closer
Her hand unconsciously rises
And moves nearer to the sight
In front of her own eyes
A single finger draws up
Caressing its soft skin
Such a small, tender touch
Creating a rising comfort within her
Bringing herself nearer
As her confidence grew
She indulged in its presence
Savoured its taste
Her newly discovered feelings of fulfillment
Washing over her senses
Not realizing
Her fantasies would soon fall
She freezes
Suddenly the thought of what she’s done
Appears in her mind
Her hands lose their grip
Letting it fall away
The strength of her guilt causing her to fall
Down to her knees
And sad tears of remorse trail down her cheeks
Now knowing she is alone
Her mistake, the death of her.

steph that one's really good i like it :) keep up the good work.

"She sees it displayed so beautifully
Sitting there right in front of her"

especially those lines...i can relate :)

=) i could relate. .with all the temptation and stuff

i love the last few lines.

nicely written. i like the way it flows together.

its very nice... at the same time kinda elegant. HUZZAH!

I really like this one Steph. Good work.

i like it. good job it floooows.