Inappropriate? Poem by Courtney Harris

Everyone's intentions are always the best;
Everyone starts out innocent, more or less.
But soon you find out hormones can't be beat.
Eyes lock and hands meet.
Flash each other a cute smile,
Sit in silence for just a little while.
Eventually all true intentions are found
As lips lock and hands move around.
Tongues become acquainted
and innocence becomes tainted.
Everything becomes a little more hot.
Physical need outweighs conscious thought.
We forget every appropriate thing we were taught.
Clothes start to fall to the ground
As hands move up and hands move down.
Find a couch find a bed;
Let this lust rush to your head.
Jeans come off and hit the floor.
Hands begin to wander around a little more.
Fingers find places that feel so right;
This could last all through the night.
This is such a wonderful sin;
This amazing feeling of skin upon skin.
Now there is but one thing left to begin,
But we'll take things slow and make 'em good.
We'll dot his how we should.
Massaging gently or a little more rough;
It all makes waiting oh so tough.
Fingers slide in and fingers slide out.
We both want it bad without a doubt.
So let's not waste anymore time,
Holding out should be a crime.
Slide inside slow at first,
Giving into hormones ready to burst.
Sliding in and out, deep, hard and fast;
Wanting to make this euphoria last.
Muscles tighten and muscles tense,
Emotions overwhelm all common sense.
Don't hold back those moans and sighs
Don't hold back those sexual cries.
On top, on bottom, from behind;
Never felt happiness quite like this kind;
So good that soon neither can hold it in,
But it was more than worth it in the end.
Soon we'll be ready to do it again.