Bernard Onoja - Foolish Death

I still love her, captivated by beauty and sex. The beautiful one, bitter and sweet are the hallmarks of love.

Take em in twos, and perhaps multiples. As long as they are on your path, the path of sexual chain.

They roam about with their sweet part, searching for where to log in. There, they meet their waterloo.

A pleasure of few minutes, then a lifetime of emotional and psychological torture. The knocks always coming painfully.

Oh! had i known, i would have being impotent. Rather than share our gift with another. The wicked visitor laughs, as HIV progresses to AIDS.

Bernard Onoja

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