The teasing and taunting had started this chant,
Pushed hot, hard, and heavy while growing a tent.
No longer was typing and chatting the need,
Fornication was needed to smolder their greed.

She tingled and glistened with moisture about,
The cock was sure leaking a heavy amount.
There were heartbeats and breathing involved with these two,
But what we must know is just who would fuck who?

Why the need to hear all of the building and steam?
All our brain really seeks is the panting and screams. 
Do we really believe all the passionate words?
Maybe screwing and moaning would be just as good.

Their hands start to jab just so very hot,
We want them to fuck each other fast and so hot.
Assuming the usual pumping and grinding,
The cum gushes out like we all had been minding.

Not a word you might think and you could be so right,
But past actions can honestly sting with such fright.
All people have thoughts that are formed with a brain,
Mixed with actions and sex sometimes look like a train.

Remember the ride does not matter to some 
With hurried subtractions and friends they must dump.
Do friend lists and threads really tell all the stories?
Do we realize this can push some actions to gory?

My hope really is that we wonder out loud. 
Why can’t it stay simple and our little cloud?
Why does it cause friction and something so low?
Just think of it simply like males and their blows.

My wish for all members is simple and true,
Enjoy with respect and with kindness to all.
We all have our issues and fight them each day.
Judging others on lush tends to ruin a day.