Sex
I don,t love sex,
the source of cry,
and some times pain!
I hate it ago.
When i think about it,
i feel so bad,
shame and cry
when ever iam!
My father died
because of AIDS,
we get from sex,
really it's death.
How ever it's good
to keep our life,
and the world's joy.
Sex is love,
without it at all,
the lovers can devorce
forever at home.
Copyright © Sekitto Kisakye | Year Posted 2007
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