A forbidden fruit is forbidden for a reason,
Something unreachable and out of season,
A created sacred to justify their morality,
And yet they are the first to lack sincerity,
They dare to think about it but never touch,
They only follow the rules, nothing much,
They feel the wrong because they're right,
They're wrong because they can't do it right,
A forbidden fruit is truly somethin' forbidden,
That's exactly why it must be ate in hidden,
It's forbidden and locked in a sacred coffer,
Because it has what morality can't offer,
The thrill to be amoral and to misbehave,
The feel of incoming arousal wave by wave,
Out of everyone's acknowledgment reach,
Being someone else in that lustful breach,
A side of us can't be shown to our society,
To significant other clueless about this entity,
That once in a while or frequently speaking,
Will take control in disguise for a seeking,
To secretly consume that forbidden fruit,
Because misbehaving is tattooed in our root.
They feel it wrong 'cause they're 100% right.
They're wrong because they can't do it right,