She is beautiful
Her mind elegantly made
The universe unfolds
With words
Leaving her lips
Like sweet liquor
I wish to taste
A devils move
A taboo view
I care nothing for
A lust
A feeling
Hidden behind doors
Left locked and untouched
Her holding the key
At her fingertips
Of which
I wished grazed upon me
Like piano keys
Yearning
We keep silent
As to not cause attention
Although we seek attention within our eyes
Across crowded rooms
Simply never to collide
A forbidden fruit
I will never get to taste
Yet she never leaves my mind