Pleasure Crashing

Eve took one bite of that poisoned apple
And it fell to the floor.
Aah how she had longed for it.
It called to her that sweet
Crunchy taste she knew was sure to follow.
Apples baked in a heavenly pie
Bring pleasure
On a late evening.
Sweet, tart, sour, juicy
Round bundles of goodness
Keeping each other company
In a basket on a slightly chilly yet sunny day.