I lightly trace the Dragon tattoo that runs down your spine and I can feel you shiver.
Hear the breath catch in your throat.
You moan softly, yet keep your back toward me and I understand.
My lips caress the ridges of your ear and I whisper,
"It's okay, no one will know."
I feel your body relax and you lean back against me, asking softly,
"Are you sure?"
I smile slowly to myself and nod, turning you to face me, "Yes."
I answer back.
You take my face in your hands,
look deeply into my blue eyes and see my truth.
Our tongues dance softly ... tasting forbidden fruit. Knowing that in the morning light, I will rise up and go .... and pretend this never happened.
We lay, side by side ... in the silence of our sin.
Each of us wondering, dreaming.
The taste of flesh still new ... Taboo.
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