Forbidden Fruit

O sweet little fruit, hanging low
Tempting me with your fresh glow
You stand out amongst all fruits
I want to pluck you from your roots

Good sense tells me to steer away
But I try to pluck you every day

You hang there, tantalizingly close
Bring cheer to me, repel my woes
To grab you I reach out my hand
In vain, as I sink into quicksand