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I'm addicted to your smell,enslave to your fragrance I cultivated the land,even though it has never been tilted Even though I had to bend a 45 degree To awaken the sleeping giants I went deep,even though it appear shallow every landscape was appreciated,in the right modifications Made me a boss in all jurisdiction,so I took control of the pier Every pothole was filled with nascent dexterity In each bus stop,she alighted with grace An adrenaline to ignite the machine with passion A moment of active redemption As I became entitled to her entitlement In that moment of passion I was lost Sweat been neglected, souls clinging to each other... affection so deep,even deeper than her confusions I was merciless even in her cry for mercy The moan was the main motivation Careless with her careful institutions We became worn out from our "religious" activities It all started from her scent,locked up in her fragrance Bottled up in her souls,direct by our mind Ignite by our passions,synchronised by our emotions Can I tell you a secret? I love the taste of your fragrance Just for you *AYANFE
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Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 3:47 PM UTC
A TASTE OF YOUR FRAGRANCE
I'm addicted to your smell,enslave to your fragrance I cultivated the land,even though it has never been tilted Even though I had to bend a 45 degree To awaken the sleeping giants I went deep,even though it appear shallow every landscape was appreciated,in the right modifications Made me a boss in all jurisdiction,so I took control of the pier Every pothole was filled with nascent dexterity In each bus stop,she alighted with grace An adrenaline to ignite the machine with passion A moment of active redemption As I became entitled to her entitlement In that moment of passion I was lost Sweat been neglected, souls clinging to each other... affection so deep,even deeper than her confusions I was merciless even in her cry for mercy The moan was the main motivation Careless with her careful institutions We became worn out from our "religious" activities It all started from her scent,locked up in her fragrance Bottled up in her souls,direct by our mind Ignite by our passions,synchronised by our emotions Can I tell you a secret? I love the taste of your fragrance Just for you *AYANFE
salaudeen-hammed-oladimeji
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salaudeen-hammed-oladimeji
Ilorin,Kwara state
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 3:47 PM UTC
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