seeking the sultry delights of the chevron of your golden thighs that gleam against brown sheets like the Abeokuta sunrise I still hold the taste of you from the last time on my tongue like an unspoken promise
entranced by life beneath, betwixt and beyond the sea of brown roof houses…
seeking the sultry delights of the chevron of your golden thighs that gleam against brown sheets like the Abeokuta sunrise I still hold the taste of you from the last time on my tongue like an unspoken promise