ATOKE For Fakunle Jessica Jimoh Happy Mother's Day The first night I fell in love was moonless, wrapped with cold. Her absence was a painful experience but the smell of her fragrance appealed to my senses that she's the essence of my living. Atoke. My love for her is like a deep red rose in full bloom. Her cheeks flourish like flowers of Florence in Spring. Her glowing satiny skin shines so bright like the mid-day sun. Atoke. Blind my eyes with your beauty, warm my bed the more, with the fire of love that burns in you. Grow in me and let me. Atoke. Her smile is like rain to my lifeless life. Her astonishingly lovely beautiful chocolate lips are like pillows. Soft. Succulent. Sultry. Her flawless flirty alluring almond-shaped eyes mesmerize. Atoke. You are the light in my tunnel. Luminous. You're like the stars that light up my dark evening. Pretty. Precious. You are my wor...
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