Forbidden is this love which I have for you
A taboo we must partake
It feels sinful for how my body craves your touch
Living in a euphoria from all of this lust
Lust which I must escape from
But afraid that this rush will dissipate
Why must I deprive myself from this sensation
Engaging with her body in this celebration
This dance we call sensual
Knowing that I am wrong but it’s hard for me to go
The pleasure I collect from this woman, I do not receive from her
The seduction of your words
The magnificent structure from your curves
The sweet scent of your smell
The amazing moaning of your yells
But when I leave you, I go back to see my reality
The woman I gave my heart to
Smiles at me as if she has no sense or clue
To this forbidden ritual we both share
As she makes love to me I can only fantasize about you
Making love to my heart as if I am making love with you
I am hitting her spots just the way you like it
Kissing her sweet caramel skin as if I am tasting your soft butterscotch body
Even though she has my heart, you have my soul
The devil wears Prada heels
As hot as you are I still receive chills
Lost in this paradox
Why can I not escape
Why can I not break from your grasp
This control over my mind you have
But the love of my life cries out for me
Crying out for my love and affection
Asking me to make love to her
But that’s all I can give
My lust and desires reside with this other woman
My desires which are forbidden
Marc Wilson