We must be responsible – correct?
There is no room for our passionate mayhem in the civilized society that we now reside in.
Our local culture dictates that we keep our lasciviousness under wraps.
No one can know of our secret joys.
We must not tell them that we like to dance naked in your driveway at night while the fireworks that you set off rocket in the skies above us.
We shouldn’t mention the fact that I like it best when you take me in an open field high above a highway while hundreds of cars pass below us.
And let’s not even whisper about the open road where we litter our love making behind us like our used coffee cups that go scattering into the wind.
And we won’t ever discuss my favorite place because who would dare to visit it again if they knew?
No, it is quite enough that we allow our lack on inhibition to surface while on the dance floor, flowing with the beat of the band, much to the delight or embarrassment of all the people who surround us and watch.