It Is What It Is

Hearts racing, skin sweating, hormones surging
He brushes her neck with his satin lips
Their breathing swells as they subtract clothing
All he can think of are her naked hips
She can't stop thinking of her innocence
Despite her feelings, the boy continues
The girl goes numb and ignores her conscience
Her inner voice can't seem to break through
Now it's too late, there is no return
The boy penetrates and regret sets in
As he thrusts, her insides begin to churn
Feelings arise from deep within
There's no turning back, it is what it is
If only, but then it is what it is

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