My Drug Ballad (Part 1)

She was forbidden in my mind's eye
or at least in theory
never to be touched or be gazed at with affection
she was a forbidden fruit of sorts, a poppy flower if you will
a lure of a high that should never be felt
not for fear of the bitterness of its aftertaste
but for fear that I'll like the taste
that I would acquire her taste
but it was her taste that I wanted
and no other's that I wanted
I wanted to feel her high
I wanted to sniff
for I secretly craved for her like she was a drug
a drug rather for recreation then for habit
although the desire for one sniff
had me wiping my nose daily