Sex
I don't love sex,
i hate it ago,
the source of cry',
and some times pain.
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,
the source of death.
How ever it's good,
to keep our life,
and the world's joy.
Sex is love,
and without it at all,
the lovers can divorce
forever at home.
Copyright © Sekitto Kisakye | Year Posted 2007
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