The taboo things

I want to indulge in

but would feel shame

afterwards.

 

The foods I shouldn’t touch.

The bodies I lust after.

 

What I wouldn’t give for a taste,

or even better,

to devour.

 

Eyeing the forbidden

is how I get through my day.

 

Temptation as a coping mechanism.

 

Desire is a sweet torture.

 

My appetite is never sated.

Always wanting one more look,

one more bite,

one more orgasm.

 

Hell is satisfaction.