The race. Of Life. Of Sex.

Why the rush? Why such a pace?
I see no need for this on going race.
To loose this virture, oh what a waste.

I'm like the tortoise, i'll take it slow
Into these areas that i don't know
And if i dont want, i just won't go.

I have a mind, i'll use it wise.
Not over-ruled by pushy guy's
I'll think it out before breaking ties.

My first time, i want it there
Beside my good memories fair
I wont flinch when i remember
The firery passion behind the ember.