It's really hard to believe,
every single one of us
started out
as a reproductive cell,
swimming deeply
into a dark wet ******
All of us were consummated,
********** during
different variations
of the intimacy act.
In fact, some of us
were quickies,
others one night stands
& maybe more than a few,
long romantic evenings.
Whatever, we all became babies.
I would like to think,
I was made on a warm summer evening,
lying on a white-sand beach,
under a beautiful full moon
next to the sound of the surf,
moving to a sweet rhythm.
But I wonder,
was I a mistake,
a break in the protection,
or something worse,
some type of infection.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 10:30 PM UTC
It's really hard to believe,
every single one of us
started out
as a reproductive cell,
swimming deeply
into a dark wet ******
All of us were consummated,
********** during
different variations
of the intimacy act.
In fact, some of us
were quickies,
others one night stands
& maybe more than a few,
long romantic evenings.
Whatever, we all became babies.
I would like to think,
I was made on a warm summer evening,
lying on a white-sand beach,
under a beautiful full moon
next to the sound of the surf,
moving to a sweet rhythm.
But I wonder,
was I a mistake,
a break in the protection,
or something worse,
some type of infection.
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