Jan 2015
Embesiled by lust
We lay drooling
While life sooths us to our doom
Like a mamaid's fragile fingers
Caressing your bare tighs
Only to lead you to the depth
Leaving you to a fatal fate
We lay drooling
While life sooths us to our doom
Like a mamaid's fragile fingers
Caressing your bare tighs
Only to lead you to the depth
Leaving you to a fatal fate
(Jos, Nigeria.)
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