Nice piece that brings back a lot of memories. I too recall being exposed to the love poetry of Leonard Cohen (and Irving Layton) as a senior high school student in the mid sixties in Ontario, as well as the less than romantic TS Eliot's "Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock", and finding it all a liberating revelation.  However, the raciest stuff by far in high school was in Latin class., in particular Catullus.  I don't know whether Latin teachers thought that poetry in a dead language couldn't titillate teenagers, or whether they thought the way to increase interest in Latin was to have teenagers read tillitating stuff  by pagan poets, but, in any case, Catullus was a cut above anything we read in English class.