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Re: My Zone, My Love, My Passion by olulu(m): 2:20pm On Mar 03, 2009 |
another oldieof mine , hope u like it MY KIND OF LADY I need a lady that will match my actions With the necessary reaction To ignite my passion Without any limitation Or hesitations But with plenty of imagination Taking me to another dimension And giving me her total cooperation With enough vibrations And gyrations When am giving her the injections Through my insertions So as to grant me that satisfaction That is devoid of lamentations But that will get me into celebration With plenty of jubilation I need a lady with the emotion of affection And not of infatuation But with the emotion That will give me the inspiration For all occasions A lady with conversation To fuel my determination A lady with the right fusion of perfection To give me the perfect relaxation from emotional frustrations A lady with no complication But with the mental composition That gets my appreciation And gives me sweet sensation In short, A lady with the right motivation Wicked intention And solid reputation For an all night action |
Re: My Zone, My Love, My Passion by jeythunder(m): 5:09pm On Mar 05, 2009 |
hi olulu, i've just finished viewing your blog and it was, WOW!!! Inspirational, keep it up.
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Re: My Zone, My Love, My Passion by olulu(m): 6:12pm On Mar 05, 2009 |
u know, thunder boy, that is da best tin i have heard today, oops, 2nd best tin actually, my babe tellin me she loves me,. . , is da best i love to hear. thanks for d compliment, appreciate it man |
Re: My Zone, My Love, My Passion by jeythunder(m): 10:48am On Mar 06, 2009 |
it's great to know you, could you join me sometimes on www.orita-meta.com |
Re: My Zone, My Love, My Passion by olulu(m): 2:11pm On Mar 13, 2009 |
Un-love The strings of my heart are weary, And I wish to ease my worries. The chord of love is played constantly, To which my heart is devoted entirely. But I wish I could tune off, And run off, Free of all forms of love feelings, Free of relationship tantrums, No commitments, No obligations, Just live my life, Get a woman when lonely, And move on when am done with her. Marriage? Children? Have u never heard of single parent hood…… I want to be free I got to be free Free to un-love, Free to live. |
Re: My Zone, My Love, My Passion by Nobody: 11:25pm On Sep 11, 2013 |
follow this story: HOPE AND THE ISLAND OF GREATNESS...answer questions based on d story nd win lil lil prizes : www.nairaland.com/1224953/ hope-island-greatness-fiction-allegory |
Re: My Zone, My Love, My Passion by Nobody: 11:34pm On Sep 11, 2013 |
I HAVE A LITTLE STORY |
Re: My Zone, My Love, My Passion by Nobody: 12:18am On Sep 12, 2013 |
I HAVE A LITTLE STORY I have a little story Excerpt from my allegory Hope and Island of Great Glory It’s all about poor Glory A very little cherry Who had a sorry story While she was just a poor fairy According to her diary She met a man so hairy On a day so bleary While coming from the library Built inside her primary A gentle school solitary Beside a little poultry Adjacent a bakery She heard a luring psaltery Oozing from a storey As she was by the storey Being not so wary A bulky man so hairy With a face so scary Looking very eerie Jumped out of the storey And tore apart her saree And molested her girlry Then he bent to carry The crying little berry Who was once a Mary To the dirty storey An uncompleted storey Beside a clay so miry Between a lonely quarry And a dusty factory He lit a fire so fiery Close to her eyes so teary Threatening in fury That he will surely bury The sad-looking Glory If she reveals the story To any living jury Living in the country Or to the infirmary Farther from the primary He left her in great hurry Leaving her system jittery And her future blurry Receiving no query For the deed so gory With her face so watery And her mood so wintry She began to hurry But when she saw a lorry She had a thought to tarry In front of the lorry To grind her to slurry Luckily for Glory A man glimpsed the mystery And has threatened to carry The odd case to the jury To be charged with battery Or to the head so hoary Who has lived a century In contrasting rivalry With the fam'ly of Harry Who begins the mystery But with a mere bribery Of a healthy blackberry And a confectionary The talking dictionary In the name of big Larry Decides he will now bury The sad case of poor Glory A case of treasure robbery Not thinking it treachery, Since gifts from randy Harry Will do for him to remarry She becomes now more weary When she gets the bad story That if she chose to marry, A baby she'll not carry For the severe injury To her tender ovary And her slender urinary By the illegal ‘surgery’ In the name of adultery Committed by bad Harry Shortly after the scenery There comes an obituary Just in that same January. It is that of bad Harry Fighting for his sanctuary, Backed up by ten cavalry And ten other infantry And ten more artillery Coming from the armoury, Whom he will pay salary But he ends in mortuary In the fight of rivalry Where he has no victory Despite the death of mad Harry Nothing changes for sad Glory Being haunted by her memory, Now hating men like cemetery And dabbles in harlotry, Playing with it like a lottery Using it like a cutlery To cut Tom, Dick and Harry Lying with all and sundry She brings to her gallery Luring them with her tracery Glommed to her neck like jewelry Protecting not her womanry, Drooling pleasure like nectary Yet not having to worry Since babies she can't carry No matter her open harlotry Close to the end of her diary She crosses her boundary By loving a ‘cemetery’ Promising him her treasury Without demanding a usury, She was ready for dowry Which she will bring in February Having jettisoned her harlotry Wanting now to go marry In what she calls a big ferry Better than a large dory Which is extraord’nary Amazingly comes what to carry In the womb like jewellery Happy for her mammary Glands to be for unborn Terry Just by her deed with young Jerry That single night so dreary But Jerry refuses to marry The pregnant damsel with long saree But suggests she should miscarry The foetus in her she'll soon carry And then proceed to go marry But Glory refuses to bury Alive the seed in her tayberry Whose coming's making her heart merry And has turned around her sad mem'ry To nothing but a history To bring again her gone glory To tell you in summary The latter end of her diary She ended up her life story Ensconced in my allegory Her 'ending-well' life story By having Jerry to marry Isn't this a great story? |
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