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Jul 2014
here I go lustfully again, no matter how much I try to restrain, my body acts up and forms a team with my brain, she was bodacious I fell in admiration, next morning during breakfast I formed this intention, that maybe she's as beautiful on the inside, and maybe we can put religion beside, or maybe make a decision on the safe side and not act upon my intention and stay tongue tied.
she was reserved, composed and did things with no rush, yes it's ramadhan so her head was covered with a scarf, but she left out her face which I found tempting to touch, as of that night I found nothing else beautiful as such. Her eyes sparkled in the dim night streetlights, my mind rattled with her clothes that were skin tight, her voice so soothing and moving can make a bad word seem right, but in the end I come to my senses and leave all the inventions and come to a realization that it was all just lust at first sight.
Written by
Benedict Menda
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