why can’t I love her?

in another world, maybe,

my love for the girl with big pink lips would be fire

and I would make love to her on the rooftop

below the shimmering stars on a cold moonlit night

and the world would feel like our playground

but loving her is forbidden

and loving her would get us ridden

so in this world, i look at her from a distance

and laugh silently at her wrinkled smile

and brush by her as her sweet scent fills the air

and curse this cursed world for its cruelty

...in another world, it would be just you and me