There's an apple outside my door, just beyond my reach.
But that apple shall not be my feast.
Is it there to tempt me with its beauty, to memorize me, to put me in a daze? Or is she there to test all of my strengths?
That apple just outside my door, just beyond my reach…
Pretty as it seems, the love spell it has on me…to touch that apple, to have its taste.
Shall I touch its skin? That shall not be the sin. The skin is not the forbidden core! I shall touch only this apples skin!
For why is there an apple outside my door? That apple is only just beyond my reach.
Test me if you must. I will not be swayed by lust.
But just to touch that apple. I must I must.
Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
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