La Petite Pomme d'Amour

She holds the apple close to her moist, quivering lips,

Smelling its rich, bittersweet beauty.

Mon amour " je t’adore.

Her glistening teeth pierce the fruit’s skin

And plunge into its shining breast.

Je ne peux pas vivre sans toi.

Her tongue caresses the tender cuisine,

Rolling the sensation around her mouth,

Entombed by her youthful jaw.

Cette pomme est presque aussi doux que tes lèvres.

Her bosom heaves at the thought of her love,

Far away across the tide,

Waging war,

Fighting for her life,

Protecting her from all harm.

Je ne peux pas attendre de te sentir encore.

 

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