Thoughts are words, but words are not thoughts,

So is the language between lovers,

A cauldron simmering with word and thought 

A potion brewed, whose aroma is pleasure

Lover, learn my deepest thoughts.

The forbidden word, 

Ensconced in her spiritual prison

The iron trellis reaching high and safely

Neither lover dares to knock for her

Neither lover dares to duel against this mighty foe.

So, we talk a language with bodies

A phonetic lilt laid bare in coupling

When two lovers join their bodies 

He sheathed in her delightful depth

Releasing his seed into his lover's womb

Can then the separation be clear,

Between the lovers and the forbidden word?

Or will the bars unchecked be

Allowed to bend and the careful captive freed

To pierce their hearts and torture their souls?

Will she allow the lover's rest?

Or will she rise and strike a blow against?

The peace and beauty they possessively guard

Because of an act so sweet, so sensual

And tear them apart, forced into exile

Forever two souls not complete

They are lovers

They are souls

They have found again the wonder

Of respect and depths unknown before

They need be vigilant lest an act or word betray them

And they lose the battle against the forbidden word.