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My one and only son


No words can describe the intertwining of one man and one women They frolic and play with no ambition, no hope just eyes straight ward If I were to say that we could not play today, she would ever speak again Silence would fill our hearts and slowly but surely rip us apart The first time we made love I saw fireworks in the air Hearts beating, lights flashing, even the devil could not bear to see us thrashing Passion is a wonderful thing if done in care Without it then babies wouldn’t be born and procreation cannot happen If I would of said I wasn’t ready would u bob your head yes Or would the ocean cease to disappear and the air stop flowing Would god be happy and would he also say yes Or would the world end on that very second to destroy the spontaneous growing I wished I could have saved my first son from dying so early with no love I wished I used a condom to save my kid from the feeling of never getting a hug I wished I told you our passion is from the devil and there is no love I wished I could have saved my one and only son The consequence of not the wearing a condom Eternal guilt for those sweet minutes of passion Kids don’t do what I did don’t repeat history Believe in who you really are and don’t be like me
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