In the sultry heat of the Middle Eastern night, an Iraqi mother and her Egyptian son succumb to their taboo longing. She, draped in silks, entices him with the sweet scent of strawberries, their shared secret. He, drawn to her like a moth to a flame, approaches, his heart pounding. She guides his hands to her curves, teaching him the rhythm of their dance. Their bodies press together, the heat of their desire melting the strawberry juice into a sweet, sticky trail down her skin. They move as one, their breaths syncing, their hearts beating in time, as they give in to the forbidden fruit of their love.