Corruption 2

"It's too sexy".
"I'm nineteen!"
She can hear the pout in his voice.

How do we know it wasn't Eve who tempted the serpent? She was asking for it, standing there with her nakedness, her breasts like ripe plums, and when she climbed the apple-tree, he could see between her legs, her cunt-hairs growing like a godammed forest.

Her hands slither down his thighs.

What choice did he have, with her skin glowing in front of him like that? Does a petal shy away from the moonlight?

"Oh God oh God"
"Don't -"
Breaths interlace with silence.

Besides, plums were his favorite fruit, so who could blame him for eating the ones between her branches? (The feel of their purple against his tongue mixed with the scent of apples as he slithered his way through the thicket that grew between her thighs.)

Has God told you not to eat from any fruits of the garden? Has he forbidden the nibble of this ear, the kiss on this thigh?

They could feel the grapes beneath their feet, then on their fingers.

She saw that the tree was good to eat, a desire to the eyes, and pleasant to give wisdom, so amid wordless voices, she bound her body to his, like a fruit clinging to a vine.

He kissed her with a grape between his lips. When she pulled apart, he could hear the crunching of her teeth, the soft sound her throat made when she swallowed.

Have you eaten from the tree, when I commanded you not to? 

It was only when they heard the voice of God, that they knew they were naked; because they had climbed higher than the angels, God exiled them from the garden.

In a flash of saphire, they are borne by the wings of their thighs.
Or is she just drunk from his wine?