Forbidden Thing

He knew the game; the game knew him as well;
While she – she wrote the book on all of this.
The things that each had seen, they’d never tell;
The untold fantasies beyond the kiss —

This was to be another in a line
Of many nights that each of them had known.
The early parts were boilerplate, just fine;
When each stepped far into a danger zone

For love, forbidden thing, that ancient shame,
Began to work its way into those two:
You masters think you’ve learned to play the game;
But always, in the end, the game plays you

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

8 thoughts on “Forbidden Thing”

  1. “You masters think you’ve learned to play the game; But always, in the end, the game plays you”

    Perfect and almost always true.

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