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Fathers, Brothers, and Sons - Pt. 1

When is my son not my son?

It was a letter that upended my world. Not one of the “Dear John” variety; that would have been less painful. Nor was it a “We Regret To Inform,” but the sense of loss, while not as acute, was even more all-encompassing. No, it wasn’t a letter of the pape...

In thy lover’s bower, I find thee nude,Thy legs splayed open; words sexy ‘n crude.In thy lover’s bower, his cock so thick!Thy nipples point upward, his rut so quick!Valentines intertwine, absent thy shame,Valentines intertwine, thou plays thy game!In thy...