My son and I lock eyes,
His gaze glancing up from my chest
This chance encounter in my closet seemed destined today
His father out of town, and me in my cycle
No words are exchanged as our eyes blink the unspoken Morse code
Of forbidden, outlawed sex
We both know what has to be done:
The contents of heavy, aching young balls
Needing to meet the ripe, yearning fruit of his Mommy’s ovaries
Our Greek genes mixing in a familial fuck froth
Making a mess of our family tree...
My son and I lock eyes,
His gaze glancing up from my chest
This chance encounter in my closet seemed destined today
His father out of town, and me in my cycle
No words are exchanged as our eyes blink the unspoken Morse code
Of forbidden, outlawed sex
We both know what has to be done:
The contents of heavy, aching young balls
Needing to meet the ripe, yearning fruit of his Mommy’s ovaries
Our Greek genes mixing in a familial fuck froth
Making a mess of our family tree...