Taboo Tantra

Your collarbone a subtle curve,
your lips a cherub’s bow,
your skin alights my every nerve,
your heart I long to know.

Your blush belies your inner need,
your hands they speak the truth,
my every wish you do exceed,
your beauty lies in youth.

Not youth of age or circumstance,
not young in time nor place,
but fledgling of the true romance
of which I do embrace.

Your flesh unmarked by whip or teeth,
your limbs as yet unbound,
innocence I will get beneath,
to turn it all around.

To recreate your proposed charm,
to love and teach and train,
to give my all ‘till you disarm,
accept my gift of pain.

Only then will you see yourself
as lovely as I do,
and that is enough in itself,
to fringe on the taboo.