Hong Kong Island

Some words what I wrote

Forbidden fruit is the most lush and delicious,
Flavour of lust is physically nutritious but not spiritually religious.
Consequences of indulgence turns brothers malicious,
Insistently suspicious, is this the truth or just fictitious?

As clear as the steamed up windows,
Like doors that open even though they read closed.
Lick your finger, figure out which way the wind blows.
God knows. Acting a Judas of new lows.