'went to dance salsa but could not concentrate because I know her touch and her strength on dance floor.When she wiggles her waist, the heavens will clap, when she spins the earth will rotate. Her grace is not comparable, her flexibility unmatchedMay be it is because of her wonderful figure that send pulses racing, yet that does not come between her and what she knows best-dancing salsa.I guess she must be having some time with her husband my friend
She spies and watches my house
To know the state of my spirit
She connects and nourishes with a hose
while looking under her armpit
Sisi says, 'what has blue given to this boda to eat?'
Her friend calls us bother(boda) but we are brothers
A component of the sisters world
who should be within their borders
Guess she is playing with words
A woman came into the room dressed as a man. He accused me of double standardna d of being a player.
what must I have said to beeola
when I am not gay
Or are you Ola
Help me find my gait
She later unveiled to show her colour. She accused me of playing with words when I am sure I am innocent.
They accused me of playing with words
Because I did not look there way
My heart is pierced with a sword
But finally I hold sway
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