Lost In Her World

LOST IN HER WORLD Besmirch my pride! For we are lovebirds that shine. Read through my lips It will tell the tale of eve. Call me a man, Moan my name in delight Take it in tranquility I am the awarding fructifier. I am sick of virginity, Lead my hands through the passage in between your chest Allow me touch for perfection. Give unto me the blow of a job I got too much of a juice And too much of a sauce. Hear the cry of my long cutlass Ready to cultivate strictly in your dark bush. Tonight, I am no gentleman , For I shall screw with my man Romeo out of your Juliet. With this pot of love, We shall make a feast for taste Call me a man Moan my name in delight. (C ) Adedamola Quadri Adeniyi All Right Reserved 2017.