Sunday, 14 May 2017


Owinyo,
before your tongue tastes the sweat of my lips..
before you explore the inside of my humongous hips,
tell me.... who am I to you?

you call me names like "baby"
but treat me a like any other lady.
I thought we would get married maybe...
but it looks like you're not even ready

Owinyo,
before your hands grab my hinds....
before you enjoy what my long dress hides
tell me.... who am I to you?

you only speak of my beauty
when you mention my breasts and my booty,
don't thirst to undress me in a hurry
you'll only touch me if we'll marry.

Owinyo...
before your fingers touch my untapped bowel,
before you later on wipe your manhood with my towel...
tell me.... who am I to you?

are we friends? are we lovers?
is there any type of joy that I bring?
After these will everything be over?
will you become my sweet charming prince?

tell me Owinyo, who am I?

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