The Forbidden Game

Poetry speaks

Piano chords hitting heart strings,

gentle fingers touching naked dreams.

Scented candles swaying loving shadows,

Pleasured souls making sinful moans.

This is the time we seek,

This is the time we hide.

We rest together cheek to cheek,

kiss every lip and make our bodies cry.

This is how we live, how we will die,

in a loving lie that makes our life.

In clothes we laugh but stay away,

but undressed we love to play.

In honesty we honestly must not be seen.

Our bed will be burned, and hated we'll be.

No other lover will find us together,

as we hide our love every day.

A secret is her soft skin

that I can grip in lustful sin.

Our bodies always tangled

like slick strings always mangled.

Unmarried and nearby neighbors,

always separate yet still together.

Stripped then whipped

and locked hip to hip.

Sensitive and blushing

as we hit every spot.

Grabbing and pulling

as our breathe gets hot.

Love I can call it,

but maybe just lust.

Eyes see no other,

none we ever call true lovers.

We may be a mistake,

but its one we love to take.

We smile as we give it a name.

We smile as we play The Forbidden Game.

Reviews

[sheandherself]

Damn, that's hot. Forbidden games are my favorite, after all, and this hit home. Loving this.

[unspokenpain]

Isn't it a fun piece ^.^