Taboo

Saw something that I shouldn't
helping myself, I just couldn't.
It was just standing there,
alone, but lacking no flare.
Oh the beauty, oh the grace,
so glad, it didn't see my face.
Maybe what I did was wrong,
in a place, I didn't belong.
What I saw, you wouldn't believe,
a web I practiced to deceive.
A part of me grew inside,
very long and very wide.
I should feel bad, but I do not,
maybe my brain has a clot.
Always tried to figure out a way,
felt like a hunter, stalking my prey.
What I saw, I'll never forget,
not a bit of any regret.
I will never tell what I saw,
but it's been awhile,
and I'm going through withdraw.