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Her almond eyes stalk me like a wild feline
Tracking a prey. Each time I do my eyes raise
She is smiling at me, while the pastor prays!
I’m lost in lust. Will I survive these forays?
Ah, Temptation offers a fruit I cannot decline!
She is smiling at me! While the pastor prays,
Her almond eyes stalk me, like a wild feline!
Written by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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