perhaps, it's the way it'll keep its eyes fixed on me as I dance around a filled room -
or the way it feels against my skin as I accidentally touch it,
maybe, it is Forbidden's smile as I slyly keep my distance -
no
there's something more about this 'Forbidden' character...
Why does 'it' feel entirely right, when the world makes it apparent that it's far from just that?
How can Forbidden disguise itself as gold, maintain this gild, while shaming others who fall under its spell?
We all know Forbidden is a fruit we shouldn't try;
our hunger for it should cease -
but sometimes, Forbidden is so strong, so alluring, and so lustrous....
One can't help but take a bite.
