The Forbidden...

He may not stream with money
But He sure drips of honey
They say I should tread His path warily
I don't care, I just seem to want His dose daily

I may not be a pot-head
Yet this delusion I can't seem to end
Stronger than cocaine
More additive than heroin
Is this rhythm He strings
That has my body swaying to its flow
 My entire being consumed

They said,
He's dangerous and deceptive
Manipulative and elusive
..............they said
Still, in His arms all warnings, away I fling
His magic, ensnaring
His vices, capturing
His tactics, rousing
And they still wonder
why my total vision is in a blurr?

The aroma of His masculine perfume
Lingers in my nostrils all day long
It's the taste of His martini tinged kiss
That tarries on my lips ,
when the day is long gone
......................

He maybe an obnoxious brute

Who on my heart may trod in a manner crude

But of my own volition

This moment, when am still the queen in his hut

Though he is all kind of wrongs

I will enjoy this throne

Nanu