Sacred!

Lying on a bed,
motionless,
dripping of principles
through the hole of a broken soul.

You have fallen for a bad boy!

Pleasure of guilt,
it's sweet to taste
but hard to be granted.
And you're overwhelmed
with an unknown sin.

Still an alien smile can bring out the joy!

Untouchable,
are you? But you're
scared of yourself.
Hurting each day
to measure your heart
in a good-bad scale.

To be loved isn't as easy as to love.

Still the silence
persists. Still,
the passion
of the burning desire,
singing through your heart.
So is your indecent love.

And you cry out to the night, "Enough!"