Mysteries beyond words
Dear Mr Perfect, When I saw you walk into the building, I was reminded by my cheeks that you were the only colorful pixel my eyes spotted amongst the vast crowd of black and whites. Your presence turned me into a chameleon, cos I became pink at the radiance of your crescent lips which revealed … Continue reading MR PERFECT
When man awoke from his slumber, he touched himself and honestly, this was one of those times he felt he had a wet dream— cos he was tired, but not wet.Weak was the word.Like some virtue walked out of him and formed itself, like this funny dream that he had of God experimenting on him … Continue reading Eve the mother of all creation
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