A/N: Hahha. OKAY, FOREWARNING. The poem you are about to read is undeniably sexual in context. Some readers may not like it. If that's you, stop reading now.

Maybe it's really not so bad -
That we both know
That you're not allowed to touch me
That this is wrong,
That this is awful -
If we just bury it in the back of our minds.

Maybe it's really not so bad
If I close my eyes
And ignore the source
Of this intense pleasure
And leave the judgment
To my nerve endings,
Firing, crackling with
Explosions and
Almost-innocent fun.

Maybe it's really not so bad
That what I'm feeling is amazing,
Distinctly sexual in nature
(Sans euphemistic nomenclature -
I love it when you fuck me.)