Disapproval Stories

When they touch like thisPassion sears their skinDown they go, into the abyss Butterflies fly southMaking him longFinding pleasure in her mouth Two high school hearts quiveringClothes scattered on the floorTeenage bodies melding The right time and placeWhite sheets stained redA concerned look on her face Innocence now freedA smile, happy tears, a frownWorry about fertile seed Two Valentine loversStill united as oneNestled...