When they touch like this
Passion sears their skin
Down they go, into the abyss
Butterflies fly south
Making him long
Finding pleasure in her mouth
Two high school hearts quivering
Clothes scattered on the floor
Teenage bodies melding
The right time and place
White sheets stained red
A concerned look on her face
Innocence now freed
A smile, happy tears, a frown
Worry about fertile seed
Two Valentine lovers
Still united as one
Nestled under the covers
One black, one white
Both sets of parents disapprove
But for them, it feels right
