Oyenchi
the night is young...
and cool as cucumber
together we stared at the future
puncturing the punctuates of life
the night is young...
in her sanctuary i staggered
conjuring and chanting in the bowel of thighs
the night is young...
in the balcony of her kisses
i conquer nations
for the love of , Oyenchi
awoh kingsley awoh
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