You taste good

Not because you are

But because you are forbidden

From aspiration to obsession

And then fatal compulsion

That engender an instigation

Even with faint presence

To my senses

And tempts

To know you and yet not

As I try

To acknowledge and still feign ignorance

To yearn and still be indifferent

But such are you potent

That every time I feel you

It takes away my patience

And you continue to be

The hardest addiction.