His name must remain anonymous
so I’ll call him Illicit
Desire often delivers me
to the crossroads 
of reality and imagination
Beckoning me closer and closer 
to the outskirts of temptation
Coercing me…this persuasive devil’s 
whisperings plays center stage, my romantic Iago 
Painting visions of reconquista over the Moor
Adding fuel to my yearning;
provoking lust  more and more
and when I think of him,
this prohibited creature
the imagery he illustrates 
in my mind must be 
categorized as explicit
I can’t reveal his name
so I’ll just call him Illicit