Forbidden Fruit

The sweetest juices come from the fruit between her thighs.
The longest journey ever taken starts in her eyes.
Nowhere in sight but her scent is in the air,
Longing to see her wearing nothing but her hair.
Her smile can put a shadow on the sun
Like Christmas Eve I can't unwrap her as much I want to
She is my Cinderella with no glass shoe
She's my shorty but I want her as my boo
The way I feel about her, no one has a clue
Things I want to do are forbidden
So the freak in me must stay hidden