When the atmosphere is tight
With the right amount of hormonal rush
What else are you waiting for?
But wait, stop, think
Is the juice worth the squeeze?
With incesssant romantic calls
Flirty chats and video calls
You laid your foundation
Weldone, sharp shooter
She lost all, right in your arms
You put it, and removed it
You failed to exercise caution
Yes, it was just a fling
But you already opened the bonnet
Now you say, you're innocent
Congrats Bro., welcome to fatherhood
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