Ayinde
Ayinde beckons to me
And I follow
It is no ordinary spell
That which is cast on me
For when I see his beautiful eyes
I forget all of his lies.
Ayinde plays a tune
And I dance to it
It is no ordinary spell
That which is cast on me
For when I hear that entrancing baritone
I submit to his device
Ayinde touches me
And I yield
Again it is no ordinary spell
That which is cast on me
For when his palms caress my thighs
I surpass the skies
Ayinde I want to do mine
Ayinde it is time
If I beckon, would you follow?
Ayinde I won't lie.
Ayinde I want to sing too
Ayinde it is time
At the sound of my soprano, would you dance?
Ayinde can you submit?
Ayinde I want to explore you
Ayinde it is time
When my fingers skim the lines of your belly
Ayinde would you fly?
Ololade
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