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Agro is d senior broda to konji ..and sadly Agro de catch me ..
— Pascal.! (@blvckkingpin) April 25, 2011
A lot of Nigerian relationships started out from Konji, Agro, Homeless and Hunger. Most of them didn’t plan to kickstart or continue a relationship but pride won’t allow them say otherwise .
— Papa Riri 😡😡🦾🔥🔥 (@PapaRiri9) May 21, 2021
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I want to come
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It’s a WhatsApp call
I had missed two earlier on
And so I call back
Hello
And a voice floats to me from the other end of the line
Where are you she inquired longingly
Are you home?
Yes I am
Would you like to come I ask
Yes I do but I can’t
I want to come but I can’t she starts to speak in meter and verse in an imitation of how I would perform a piece
And thus a poem was born
This poem
We began to duet and volley lines across the line
I would want to come but I can’t because if I do I would want to cum and as much as I would want that I am not meant to and for that reason I would not come
Uhhh
So let me get you straight
You want to come
Uhuh
But you cannot come
Uhuh
Because if you come you would want to cum
Yeah
But somehow although you would want that to cum but that is exactly the reason why you would not come
Because you would want to cum if you come?
Yes. That about sums it.
Come on
This is a social conundrum if ever there was one
The body desires what the mind knows it should not have
And a war rages in our members
Desire against reason
Body with mind
Soul and spirit
I want what I should not
And so I battle for supremacy over my thoughts
My beliefs against my needs
In a bid to stay true to who I have become who I see myself as who society sees me who my family insist I am who my children would be proud of who who who this who who just wants to cum but can’t come because this cumin that is the ultimate manifestation of human emotion and pleasure has to be regulated within the confines of public oaths taken in court church shrine that our choices are controlled by
A necessary prison
A sanctity of social safety
Even if..
Even if
Even if I want to come I still cannot come
I cannot let myself go
Go wild
Go free
Go bananas
Go gorilla ape
Go beast
Go out on the limb
If I let go how oh how would I ever be able to rein myself in again?
I do not know how
So I stay
Stay with the agro with the fire raging in between my thighs
Blazing in the soft irises of my eyes
Taut in the stiffening of my nipples in the safe confines of my bra
My inner womanness bubbling in the secrecy of my underwear
No I cannot let myself go
I cannot come
I cannot come
Until of course I come until I let myself go and come and then let myself go and cum
Maybe cum a few times that will make me want to come next time because once I come in the wild wanton freeing of yoked desire I would have let myself go
But no I hold back the thought
I stymie the imagination
I
Screw it
I am coming
ba? :D
DeleteCum as you may. To cum in the future is probable
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