It's You Alright Poem by jael mboga

I don't know what I'm doing.
It's you alright.
The silence that surrounds me when I think of you,
It should be enough to tell me I should stop.
But you,
You are the taste of beautiful sin.
I have to keep you a secret though.
I don't know what I'm doing.
It's you alright.

The feelings you evoke,
Were long buried,
So deep I forgot they existed.
However,
You took me in and unburied me,

Washed off the dirt that I thought was too much a stain,
For clean hands as yours.
I don't know what I'm doing,
It's you alright.

What makes you so attractive,
Is how forbidden you are.
The intensity you bring to the plate,
Makes you more than just food,
To sustain my ever swelling appetite.
We should draw boundaries you know,
Of what rivers to cross,
What lands to till,
What crop to harvest.
I don't know what I'm doing,
It's you alright.

Am I allowed?
Should I pull back?
Are you as lost as I am?
Yes?
Well, see, that more than proves me right,
That we are indeed wrong to be here.
The fear in us is too much,
I don't know what I'm doing,
It's you alright.

I will keep at it,
If you promise to own this woman,
Let me be what you are,
And you what I am.
Please me,
Forgive my greed,
Embrace my being,
Allow me to let you in,
I hope you stay until I am no more.
Until I come as low as I was,
Before you saved me.
I do know what I'm doing.
It's you alright