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.
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