If you weren´t frobidden
I´d to you what´s permitted
I´d also allow my self
To do what´s forbidden
Enacting hidden promises
I´d take the best from your days
And fine liqueur brew with them
To sprinkle it over your skin
And with thirsty lips taste
With my mouth your happiness
If you weren´t frobidden
I´d go with you hand in hand
With forbidden passion I´d kiss you
And with me take to where
Living dreams are knitted
Without care of prying eyes
And with force slam the door
To intimate without remorse
Delays or prohibitions…
If you weren´t frobidden
A dream come true I´d make of you
Belong to us the bodies would
And wouldn´t matter time any more
Because unforbidden we would be
We would be… permitted
©Carlos di Paulo Zozaya
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