Rolling off the tongue, A metamorphosed shtick of pleasure. In and out In and out – it moves with rigorous friction and pressure. A bitter sweet taste of everlasting serenity, Only drowned by the spittle seeping from the lip-side. One might groan and moan from the intense pleasure; Yet is steady as not to release…
Read MoreAm I a man? Just because I have a penis and an Adam’s apple? Am I a man just because society tells me so? Or because “mister” precedes my name. You would think by the doctor exclaiming “it’s a boy!” I would automatically grow up to be a man. In this case, I am…
Read MoreNn3, I will show you me krakyi powers. Hwonaa hwontiasi hwongyina nkyene na Fante diplomat rekasa. I will not conform to nkwasiadzi for I am a krakyi. Do you know the schools I have been to? Why do I say this? My coastal brothers will agree with me when I say the Fante Forex is…
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