As I tuck my heart into rest
I feel anxiety pound in my chest…
A creation of two, now held together by one
It’s a tangled web indeed, reproduction has spun…
My most guarded treasure,
Brought forth by a night of heated pleasure…
Lost in ecstasy
No, I did not see
Just how important she’d be…
A true representation
Of our reproductive elation
Dare we?
Test the strands of…
Destiny
A momentous task
So easily rendered, with lips to flask…
Do you need ask?
A physical merge
Acting upon an instinctual urge…
Victims of chemistry
Or sexual splurge?
Two lives on separate paths converge
Exchange pleasantries,
Digits and seductive words…
Where verbal conversation
Leads to physical communication
In other words…
A genetic docking station…
Where transfer of information
Results in fertilization
Of the host nation,
Without hesitation…
Sure as two became one
A new life has dawned…
The morning after, I stretch then yawn
Look around… She’s already gone…
Is this dramatic realization
Or a misrepresentation?
Again I ask thee…
Dare we?
Test the strands of…
Destiny
By: Bounce-Dawg-E-dawg
*Just a quick free write, was thinking about my little one (her name is Destinie)*
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