The Art of Being "Bad"

I craved, I yearned
To have your desire earned.
To have your want harvested.
My desire for your desire
Was in itself a must.
Oh, how I needed that taboo touch.
So dirty and wrong,
But, we knew it was right.
I held on to you
As you prodded,
My moans
In my throat, clotted.
"Ooh, baby, you're so bad."
"Hunny, you drive me mad,"
An arm snaked around my waist,
Pulled me close,
And we stood face to face.
A taboo touch of our lips
A taboo touch of our hearts.
My god, being wrong was his art!