Forbidden

My self-control
is consumed in your eyes.
The excitement
that I thought had retired
as a memory
has returned with a vengeance
Stronger,
Hotter,
Louder.

The incarceration of this passion
is tragic.
Just touch me once more,
brush by me by unaccident,
breathe heat onto my neck,
pull me to you with force,
softly trace a line from my shoulder
down my back.

Delicious torture,
the resurrection
of what I didn't know
had died.