Off Limits

Such sin it was, every bit my lips tasted

Eternally forbidden to know the joys

And yet so eager to feel every ounce of the notion

I hungered for it so much

That I could even taste it through my lips

Long before my tongue finally came in touch with it

It was not pleasure, I was craving for it

As if my life... no, my existence depended on it

Sin or crime, blasphemy or simply rudeness, 

I know no more, I care no more

For I carry the sense with me now

I have felt them, kissed and tasted them

I have not sipped but drank them whole

I crossed borders that were not to be approached by mortals

For mortal I am indeed, of my own choice

That the "narrow and brutal path" may never scare me

And so I took it all on me

And my punishment, for merrily dreaming

That I shall not forget 

And above all not forget

That I can never have what I tasted, what I touched so dearly...