Forbidden
Is the touch of your love, blazingly new.
Forbidden
Is my need to be consumed by you.
Forbidden
Is the taste of you on my lips.
Forbidden
Is a life in the reach of your fingertips.
Forbidden
Is the pressure of the center of you against the center of me.
Forbidden
Is the desire to make two into three.
Forbidden
Is truth.
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I can completely identify with all things forbidden. Fabulous!