Cf B – msayphoz 1

It is forbiden, my love. you are another’s dove, And I, could only be as a brother. This cruise, was destined for the blues, It amuses, Bemuses, Confuses, and ultimately bruises, the miss led to a kiss led to a bliss, my lips tendered your lips, ah!, an awesome feeling of eclipse, but, this is forbidden, my love we are cruising for a bruising.