Would it really be so terrible
for me to caress your flesh
with the softest touch and as gentle
as a rose petal gliding
over a river bed?
Could I press my lips
upon the warming curve
of your seemingly perfect breasts?
Could I enter your exotic forest
like a hunter embracing his wooded surroundings
and falling into a subliminal dream?
Even when I am bound
to a new master
may I still love you like a priest to his gods?
Then finally when time itself
has taken its rightful seat upon reality
and you have grown to the queen you were meant to be
will you still love me or remember my touch?
Could we still dance
within our fields of taboo?
Or will this forbidden love
that I hold so close for you
be the one thing
that shields you away?