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