I Shouldn't, But I Must

Your delicate skin washes over mine, As you hold me from behind. Your eyes seductive and tight together, You whisper words which make me quiver. Night dawns our secret affair, Hands caressing my soft hair. Minds racing of innocent thoughts, Our thin virginity slowly rots. Groping and rough we make our way, Slowly together, it's all just play. Nothing more than sweet actions from words, Alone, a secret, never to be heard. Not yet do we know what we're doing, But the words keeps coming, more people to ruin. Hands tightly grasp my waist, Our years maturity I start to taste. Caught between a yes and a no, My conscience inside deep in woe.