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Jul 2014
Smelling sapphire, looking mahogany;
The nymph's grunts cast demons of
Frigid feelings out of my body--
Possessed by her legions of love.

But the images of her left with me--
Of her graces good and warm essence,
Are now in the mirror of my memory
Reflecting, like shadows in the waters.
Folorunsho Obalugemo
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Folorunsho Obalugemo  M/nigeria
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