Is it a sin?
Is it true love?
A feeling I can't pin,
Feeling way above.

Skin on skin,
Soft and supple,
Burning within,
It only goes uphill.

Soft or rough,
The sensation builds.
Controlling myself begins to get tough
Makes me filled with guilds

Climax approaches,
Never wanting it to end.
The feeling is atrocious,
All energy we spend

Breathing hard, uneven,
Laying in our own mess.
You can't just leave at eleven,
Cuddle me close before we dress.