POETIC CAPTION TO 'I COULDN'T LOOK AWAY' PICTURE

I caught them unexpectedly
on my home close circuit TV.
My daughter brought Local Boy home.
They kissed wildly and hands did roam
over each other, buttons, zips
undone, clothes left in tips
upon the floor of the parlour
as they worked off youthful ardour.

Was like watching two animals
begin their mating rituals.
He'd come, like bee to honeypot,
and let her taste what he had got.
I watched their larkings in the buff,
thought, "Where'd she learn to do THAT stuff?"
My sex talks with her had been tame,
restricted to how babies came.

I'd never enjoyed in my youth
being pleasured that way down south.
But here my girl seemed not too shy
to spend time unveiled with this guy;
I hoped he's appreciating
her act of oral devoting,
and would not go away to boast,
mark her as notch for his bed post.

I wondered, Should I intervene
and break up the heatening scene?
I worried she might pregnant get,
lumber me with abortion debt
but then I became quite relieved
when he took out condom and sheathed.
I felt now I could look away,
let them conclude their perfect day.