Sin is not found in temptation,
Neither in a girl's flirtation.
A wistful look across a station?
A sexy thought in gestation.
Eyes meeting with fascination,
Hearts flutter - fibrillation.
Walking quickly, no deviation,
Come together - gravitation.
Words exchanged - explanation,
Suddenly an expectation!
Knickers wet - condensation,
End of sexual deprivation.
Hands wandering - elongation,
Between her legs, lubrication.
Mutual pleasure - masturbation,
Wanting more - aspiration.
He does as told - her instigation,
Body pierced - penetration.
"Oh my God!" - an exclamation,
Followed by an exhalation.
Pushing up, no protestation,
In fact she's filled with jubilation.
No time to hide - observation?
Caring not her reputation.
Words are shouted - condemnation,
At such a public consummation.
But there is no moderation,
As they practice procreation...
Mind thinking - ovulation!
Birth control? Impregnation?
Still there comes no protestation,
Despite increasing oscillation.
Reached a point of stimulation,
Adding to the population?
Clutching - there's no separation,
As muscles clench in orchestration.
Gasping, grunting, perspiration,
Pleasure flowing - capitulation.
Time to leave - altercation!
Now on a train, relaxation.
Trains they leave - transportation,
Bodies glowing - sex sensation!
Sin is not found in temptation,
Sin is found in aberration.