Man and woman lay upon the floor,
With only one intention in mind.
Kisses flutter extendedly,
As their hearts laced and intertwined.
With their self-respect missing
And their bodies quite exposed,
Numbers fly within their minds,
Trying to get themselves composed.
They'll hate their deeds in the morning;
For impulsive loving is their action.
An oldened bliss rises within them,
For brash doting is satisfaction.
Foolhardiness will bring them misfortune;
For their acts goes against regulation.
Although it is a modern way to feel,
Creators scorn upon their temptation.
A sudden gloom arises within,
Knowing the end of their bliss is nigh.
Yet the thought quickly vanishes
As the lovers let out a booming cry
