Oral Sex In Nigeria

A French walked into Nigeria with it, Straight to Rose flower Hotel you can’t quit; The Man’s Partner: Her Cleanest prostitute At negotiating prices The Astute And because he was dying for it ‘shrewd,’ Over her cruel price did not dare brood… Hotel Material and Four Figures high, Not caring it might White Guy leave dry: And it’s not about thrusts, mere plain licks; A flesh-close tongue mimicking wavy sticks One might say a woman meaning to rob, After some French had her sold The Job; All to The Glory of Hardworking Satan And bound to be bad to Prophet Nathan… And for six hours White French at work Just after Bottle forfeited its cork; Doubly Satisfied Eve moans a “Don’t pay…” “But be sure you’re here without fail next day!” All The sagacity of The Devil Out to make Straight Lines of Life bevel.