Taboo?

Longing
to be given
at long last
opportunity
to last long.

Tripping over steps
toward it.
Trepidation
of mine
tantamount
to
a crime without passion,
passionately
yet
criminally
denying me the
crime
of knowing your passion.

Assuming your even interested
in
taboo...
If so
my tantalizing
tongue twists
teasing...
Totally
un-
tamed.
I'm told...
I also don't fit the mold.

Bold strokes
of my paintbrush
instead of pen
I wanna paint a picture of us
in which you can't see where I stop
and you begin,
and then,
take you to a place
good enough to be known as sin
again
and again.
As my pen
pretends
that this could even happen...

Taboo
a slight of hand
an extra
slide of a finger
just to let the imagination linger
on
the idea that you felt the spark too.
Taboo?