repressing

though the ring says

you shouldn’t,

the hips say you

should &

though lips say

you wouldn’t,

the thoughts say

you could &

though the eyes want to do it,

the hands

wanna be “good” &

though society is

watching,

the groin is sporting wood &

though the panties

are moistening,

the mind’s misunderstood &

though the heart is

beating faster,

there’s torment just under the hood.