Ahhhhhhhhh

Aminatu cries when she makes love,
while Abena whispers.
And I sit watching, waiting.
I think the sky is falling,
I know my heart is longing,
I touch myself in places and
I can fly away.

Come inside I hear him!
Come inside, come quickly!
I think the sky is falling and
I will fly away.

Mensa sighs, I want her.
I see her and I want her
I fell the throb inside her
and, I can match her pace.

Babamram says, well maybe...
maybe she thinks I am crazy?
While Abena whispers,
will he come today?

by Femi Folami

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