Gbosheye

Ached, pained, cried to no avail, All of this your love made me do. I was half-mad when your memory came, That far-distanced you are, From why I sojourned. All Joys from above in you confine; dwell, leisure, reside and relax. I long to bring herein—into my head, my heart and my body, the escapades with which you fed me the last time around the smiling of a yellow sun. As a day lodged in, another went packing. Winter would less be reluctant to suck the  red water in me to the last drop if not for your lovely hands caressing; roving through my body; upwards, downwards my belly arousing the man in me. Until I held your breast; suck it, squeeze it, moving my lips all over your fair, robust body. That quenched my cold. O you my home! my very comfort station! Fully naked, give me again another chance My Diadem is giving a Clarion call Again in that majestic bedroom, kitchen room Sitting room - all call my attention A loser I be if back I do not come; If the call I...