POETRY: Sweetest Taboo by Reggie Drake

It was passion.

It was love.

It was sin.

Hidden from the eyes of onlookers.

A forbidden vice that has permanently stained a solid A across the confines of my heart.

Yet, it was the sweetest taboo.

That night, passion and transgression meshed together like a dark black mixed with fiery red,

As I craved the carnality of her flesh,

The feel of her sensuous being,

My eyes committing idolatry after gazing upon the godliness of her image.

The lasciviousness of our union, of our sin..... was distasteful.

Am I one with the indecorous and hedonistic sinner?

No better than licentious men who eagerly open the red doors of the house of ill repute?

No, our love tasted bitter sweet.

The magnetism of our conjoining bodies was not of just baseless lust, but of excitement

To do what is so commonly viewed as taboo.

To prance about the borders of morality.

To feed off the sexual energy stemming from this illegal contraband.

Enjoying, just for a moment, the exhilarating heterodox nature of our passion.

Then,

Just like that,

In the twinkling of an eye....

I was back.

Back to following structured protocols and abiding by societies pre-ordained standards and procedures.

But i'll never forget that night.

That night, I experienced a secret enchantment.

The sweetest taboo.