Taboo

In the quiet stillness

I would lay,

dreaming about how

we might play,

If I weren’t as timid

as a mouse,

and got you to come

to my house.

We’d run our fingers

here and there,

tickle each other so

young and fair,

Cloaked in darkness

in my room,

under the blankets

I’d assume,

Touching hot places

we’d not been,

doing what’s natural,

far from sin.

Oh the fantasy of

of me and you,

had I courage, were

it not taboo.

~g