Sight is calling might
As it shines so bright
But might doesn’t make it light
II
When natural aphrodisiacs
Stand on heels of passion,
Who can quench its fire?
III
Night’s whispers
Make these walkers intense
Setting heart on fire
IV
Calling control to quench
Flying forced winds to work
Bath the body with an anti passion
To let the minds of libidos rest in peace
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)
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