forbidden, unruly, devilishly sweet:
Is this the flavor the tongue longs to meet?
a first tilted glance, sets-astart a stir,
Then hair and hands and kisses, lead to the blur...
shocking honesty, scary, wet, yet so true;
Delicious novelty, those benefits do accrue...
slowly at first, then ever more penetrating;
searching, probing, recklessly administrating.
ignoring the cost, boldly blazing a trail;
lost in the moment, destined to fail.
as the candle burns, brightly at first then...
Wind-blown flickers, and sputters; Reality creeps in.
for one and one and one must make three,
And wild things, forbidden, must be free...