Forbidden

Forbidden is so tempting, I crave what I can’t have.

Just the thought of getting it, is driving me quite mad.

I want to hold in in my hands, put it on the shelf,

lick it, kiss it, worship it, have it to myself.

Forbidden beckons across the room, winking over at me.

It tells me that it loves me, I’m sure but you can’t see.

It wants to have me in its grasp, it wants to hold me tight.

It whispers little nothings that go on into the night.

Forbidden is for yesterday because today I look anew

At all the things I can’t have, things that you want too.

They may not be so good for me, but I think they sooth my soul 

The temptations of forbidden things that help me feel I’m whole.