Don’t confuse me with a baby or a seizure
I met Peter’s dad at 4 pm, and slept with him till God knows when; sex is an art that he will never learn
Do you still cry when you have sex?
What a penis he had, Too big and too useless—he came before I knew it
A repeat of the last time won’t be a bad idea— hahaha hahaha babe of life
Drive an uber, get some rest
I ended up fucking the man I wanted for my mother!
One of the best I thought
Let’s have a threesome, you and your girlfriend and me. I like to see girls fuck
Basins and maize, children and taste; people amaze me with how they laugh
Two slices of bread is all I ask
Blue is better for a dead man
Let me check the market
Eat maize and flood in wetness
Wells of cum—
A handful of orgasm
where do birds go at night?
Why do you sleep with your hands on your thighs?
Do you have weed? a room and some cash? None of the above.
A tall man swore, he is angry at God— one that leaves you empty, sore and dry.
I know that anger too
White earpiece for the lonely
Funerals for the heavy
Oil is bravery, glide into me perfectly
Tell me ten ways to have a baby or anal
Today is Friday I need a brush, foundation and a blush
Red lipsticks and fonts
I wish I was sexier
I’m jealous of my elder sister
Seventy thousand for the shop, how do you pronounce soursop?
Shower-shop or sa-wa-sop?
What about lingerie or squirting?
We ate red pepper and jollof rice together, and he told me about some service banter.
I work with the government now, and there is no God. He kissed me in the back seat of a cab
I know you will find your way
Hadassah is going to Turkey on Monday to strip or school,
I’m jealous I said—
she’s living her life on a fast lane
I just want a damn job and a visa, some stick sweet and blisters
Go to hell he whispered— make room for me, I want her
Tomorrow is too far!