Forbidden lust.

I live for his kisses at midnight:1

I live for the excitement
of having to hide it from everyone else.
I live for the fact
that what we have is so immoral.
I live for the way,
he creeps into my room at night.
I live for the sight
of his silouhetted form at my window.2

I live for the kisses
of the one that is oh-so-wrong for me.
I live for the touch,
of his forbiddenly warm fingers.
I live for the taste,
of his dark and inpure body.3

I live for the sound,
of the rocking bed in the silent night.
I live for his rough palm,
placed so gently over my mouth.
I live for the tickle
of his hushing tone beneath my ear.
I live for my teeth sinking,
into my lower lips, so no one might hear.4

I live for the kisses,
he dares to steal in broad day light.
I live for the lustful glances,
we dare to exchange in the presence of others.
I live for his evil-tainted hands,
exploring my body in concealed places.5

I live for the excitement of it all.
Of taking daring risks, with vast chances of being caught,
Of putting it all on the line for the sake of extreme lust.