Red Stem

Making love is a special union,

Where body, mind and soul become one;

The first time is especially magical,

But that's not always how it's done.


Some abuse its bond-strengthening effect,

They dominate with their sexually driven minds;

And take away the purity of innocent souls,

Making them practically blind.


To the goodness that can come,

When the act is done with good intention;

It's a shame to see so many,

Do it merely for attention.


There are those who are lucky,

To not have been violated;

Yet they take it for granted,

And their hearts and conscious become isolated.


It's fine to seek pleasure,

But it must not be taken lightly;

The act must be performed responsibly,

For the regret will choke you tightly.


For the more you give it away,

The less special it becomes;

Until you're left with a stem,

And an empty shell that has become numb.