Ok this one is actually quite suggestive.
Enjoy lol.

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Well, I sat myself down with a pen in my hand,
Said, "Today, I'll write filth, truly lewd, truly grand!"
But I quickly remembered a harrowing plight…
How far can I go ‘fore I’m banned on sight?

Now, I’m no prude, no saint, no monk-
But I’d rather not be publicly dunked!
So I’m left with a problem, a poetic curse,
How to make it obscene without spelling it first?

I could talk about fruit…
How the peach is so ripe…
Or bananas unpeeled…
So sweet, thick, and white…
I could mention some wood…
How it's firm, how it smells…
But how much can I say
Before someone yells?!

Ooooh, tell me where’s the liiine?
Can I say she grabbed my-
…arm… and held it tight?
Can I say she got on her knees…
…to look under the table for car keys?

Can I talk about the rhythm, the grind?
Or would they think I mean something unrefined?
Tell me now, tell me true-
How much filth can I write before I’m sued?!

Oh Jester, you sly devil...

Oh my...
Naughty naughty...

Now, I’ve read those novels, the smut, the art,
Where they use their sword and they thrust from the start,
And yet, I must ask, with a hand on my chest-
What’s the legal limit on heaving breasts?!

I could say she gasped-
Or he shuddered in bliss-
But what if I mention the angle of hips?
Am I doomed if I whisper he bit at her ear-
Or is that still safe if I clarify platonic and sincere'?

Can I mention the best?
Can I mention the sweat?
Can I say that they tangled, then-
Oops, not yet.

Can I talk about gripping the bed?
Or should I just say holding the sheets instead?
See, I’m lost in a sea of suggestive delight,
And I fear that I may never write this song right!

Ooooh, tell me where’s the liiine?
If I say she rode… on a train, is that fine?
If I say he went down… to the cellar, alright?
Can I call it divine when their fingers entwine-
Or will they say that my lyrics are malign?

Perhaps I should learn from the songs of old,
Where they spoke of lances and maidens so bold.
But I fear my restraint is starting to fray…
So, SCREW IT! HERE'S WHAT I MEANT TO SAY!

[The Jester had wrote a series of outwardly too lewd, and descriptive lyrics here, and have been removed. "Too distasteful."]

Ooooh, tell me where’s the liiine?!
I tiptoe the edge, but I won’t resign!
I’ll be vague, I’ll be sly, I’ll be crude-yet-smart-
And I’ll never get flagged if I play it like art!

So let them guess, let them scream,
Let them ponder what I truly mean!

I’ll dance in the gray, suggestively fine-
And nobody, nowhere, can call it a crime!

Or can they?~