Duet ' MSAFIH AND AJAKAYE'S LOVE STORY '

Msafih:
' WHERE ARE YOU? @Ajakaye Rashidat

The dialect
Is hard to detect,
coming home  direct,
in Lagos to search my elect,
Ajakaye Rashidat.

Your love,
is my juju,
your beauty diluted my soul,
may be your kiss can solidify it again,
forever your name be on my heart,
I still search on my Google ,
Where is your village Ajakaye Rashidat?

My gun
says that the bridge
between your thighs
is the best.
The waters,
flowing from it
are magical,
it got life for our future,
imagine everything in me
is in search for my Miss Universe,
Ajakaye.

Ajakaye:
' I AM HERE '@ Artyst Msafih Poetics.

You are my necklace,
the soft pins of your teeth will raise
the nippiles of my breast,
till battles of love surender to rest.

Your love is my choice,
the hunger for you is my glad wine,
kiss me on a white bed
and I will want a rod of Msafih
to paint the fluffs red,
make my clitoris sob in smiles.

You are a love that has never forsaken me,
I really love you
around my future.

Someday I will feed you my
kitchen's duty
in your land that loves mine.
Imagine you making a happy marriage
in my village,
it is Ijagemo.
Imagine everything in me,
Msafih is my Mr. Universe.

Msafih:
@Ajakaye Rashidat

Your necklace on you neck,
tasting the candy lips
full of sweet saliva,
as I tickle your nipples of your breast,
giving you love in peace,

You are my voice,
and choice
with romantic juice,
come closer on this royal white bed,
give me lips to kiss
Set for my rod Ajakaye
as we paint the fluff red
and  your clitoris sob in smiles.

I can't forsake myself,
you are me,
I really love you around me
as you do the dues,
calming my horse
when you lie on bed,
opening it for me,
you'll be my Miss World
as we sleep awake ,
eating your stake,
our mouth to my roddy.

Ajakaye:
Your collars in my ready and romantic hands,
with your Versace shirt coloured
with names of my lips.
Rubbing your cool backs
till the oil in you gushes out,
I trust how you gladden my night calls.

Making my moon appear as sunlight,
you are the enviable right of my night,
suck my juice
before the rule of your rod,
your castle will have Princes and Princesses
as you and I.
When I mix my lines,
your moves will make my best Haiku.

I will not let you down,
Msafih you have always made me a sand girl,
all my life knowing you
has been jubilating with happiness.
This night is yours...
Remember the haiku of my red night,
let me tell my eager readers
of my Mr.World.

' Awww Msafih,
Artyst you pinning my back,
oh please my femur.'

Msafih:
My day is full of galaxies,
and shinny nights
when I see your beauty face,
and my eyes make a trace
of your grace,
as my fingers soothes
the grass,
to the pure joy
of a lady.

Coming with eagerness,
ready is me,
to tell the world,
one word
that I can't
say it...
Maybe ,
love,
sexy,
none
but,
family
being made,
home full of writers
and readers
with the feature strida in making tomorrow.

Ajakaye:
My joy is filled with romantic joy,
my heart longs for your tasty oils,
love me or I die,
I am no woman without your chest,
I am no wife with your lost crown,
If I lose you,
I am a slave of Mahismati.
For the sake of Naked Soul Poetic Print
I will live for them,I love you so much honey,
roll your Moses' escape
for the escape of Our Prince and Princess
from the blue inch bodies.

Ajakaye:
Sweet lines,
piecing this heart
to bleed love,
your name my haemoglobin,
you making my ribosomes,
you chop my thinking,
crazy I'm running
to the streets of Lagos,
Shouting ' Ajakaye ',
sitting down,
to the sandy beach,
waiting to see,
even your shadow
before you,
jump my restlessness...
Body without you,
I can't tell how ...
My stick...
Is waiting for you,
giving it the cure
from the horny sick,
making sure
for you it belongs,
no matter how long
still the sand will tell...
A trust Story.

Ajakaye:
Honey lines piercing my heart
to happily collapse in hungry love,
Your name is my jewellery,
you are my femur,
leading my cranium to romantic inbalance,
Crazy than writing
am I swinging the streets of Kenya.
Walking on the waters of Elegushi,
mourning to see when you will come,
your bones on the status
jingles my nipples for your heavy rest,
my body in your ruaways is
bad as an hatter,
my smiling drum is waiting
that you make eggs in it,
No matter how long,
I will die till you come,
our generation will make the best of Soyinka.

Artyst Msafih poetics

and

Ajakaye Rashidat Olamidayo.