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Yemoja

Issue date: 9/28/04 Section: Qua
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Her name was Yemoja, she was named after the Yoruba Goddess of the sea and quite appropriately.

Her native ebony skin shined translucently and she spoke my native tongue so fluently.Her eyes probed my frontal lobe with razor sharp accuracy.

Her eyes cut through my thoughts so sharply, so precisely,i called her lady sniper.And her whole body from bosom to buttucks was so well constructed, only God could have made it.

She moved like African Cultural dancers,employing mouth-gasping gyrations!so unreal i thought was watching science fiction.I instantly fell in love with her, at that point i would move heaven and heart for her.

and i said Yemoja: Let us conjugate under the sun and come out as one.Your sensuous voluptuos lips would only loose my tongue in eternal paradise and your skin, all i can call that is nice

Let us conjoin like siamese twins.

Grant me the opportunity and unconditional authority to discover all the countries and continents in your bodily structure. let me sip your raw pure juices, while you moan rhythmic acoustic responses loosely.Let us venture through the 7 seas, while crossing crocodile filled rivers feralessly.

let me caress u carelessly, let me disect u like i did my thesis, let me nibble on u as if u were reeses pieces. Let us invade parties with me by your side dressed with finesse to impress no one but u.let me explore your meat filled lumps , while i pluck your fruits freshly ripe and plump.

Yemoja, my dear Yemoja to me you are like a red applered and dangerous, covered with so much hide i cant help but be curious.

So sweet i am desperate to devour your ingredients with my incissors.

on a second thought, u could be a mango, so i could, so i could suck your tasteful liquid seeds like Japanese do quids.

But then again i see u as an orange. Sweet and mysterious covered in so many layers that keep my mind and thoughts suspended in suspenseful wonderment.let me mold u like cement to a bricklayer, ask me about your future and i will be your soothsayer'
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