Goodness? Poem by Sandra Dodd

I should be good, but I cant be
Calling, screaming for me to enter is passion
I should be good, but I don’t want to
Caressing, taunting me in steady cadence is desire
I should be good, but I don’t choose to
Danger, lustiness ringing the bell that cant be unrung for me
I will be good, at that that I should not be
Passion, lust, touch I will excel into lunging shamefulness
Careful, cautious hotness
moments of stolen embraces