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Forbidden Fruit

 Shers Gallagher 2013

He saw you there, 
forbidden fruit,
forbidden as the day's ride away from home. 
He called and you responded,
your answer as delicious 
as a collect call full of change. 

Aisling Books 


  1. 'collect call full of change' ... wonderful line!

  2. Oooh...the illicit little romantic tryst. Passion found in secret rendezvous! I like this take!

  3. I also saw this as something forbidden! Enjoyed your take on the prompt!

  4. OMG! I DO remember--a pocket full of nickels and dimes.
    "Where did THOSE come from?"
    But life was/is so worth it.
    ALL of it!

  5. Nothing like an afternoon tryst!

  6. Love the ton of change! and days ride from home!
    (Been trying to comment since yesterday! sorry my other server wouldn't let me)

  7. I'm beginning to feel it was love at first bite, I mean sight!

  8. Thank you cor these finely wrought tailings from the crypts !

  9. Love your metaphoric "change"...

  10. Not a word more. Not a word less.

    Perfect. Passionate. Pointed.


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