Orekelewa Jojolo

Orekelewa Jojolo, ripened womanhood juicy-full of future too how your innocent bloom of purest passion ooze sink gleam of grim eyes a hungry devour, deep, high to steal and feel your fruit your prime prized protected fruit in sweet streams of throat music a fire dance so heavenly fantastic to your form and bum, so yum from the beats hard of rock rump pump pound a rich rhythm of cruel cries and stinging mock of whipping why from a mound very nice of nine souring your future painfully fine Orekelewa mi, its a red swoon prey sweet poison they all say and a red fright of bait the dazzles that you are laid lose not your head and heart loose not your bra and pant my poem is your angel sent let it not weep of bitter regret N.B.: Orekelewa Jojolo means young beautiful maiden in Yoruba language