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Elenu told me you’re so pretty
He yelled don’t you know your tits aren’t petty
He said let me suck them till they get bigger
Allow me squeeze your butt and they’ll get firmer
Elenu affirmed that although he’s fifty
Being fifteen is just a number, lets get thirsty
Elenu told me he is the brother to Orisa and the cousin to Jesus
He told me to count the stars in the morning
He cried I’m not willy, don’t be silly and my sincerity has been affirmed since the civil wars and I’ve travelled as far as mars, I own those cars and you see my dear I’ve crossed the bars so far that the clash of the titans are so little except I just wanna belittle.

Elenu boasted that yellow was red and red was yellow
He shouted into my ear that he’s crazy for love and I shouldn’t mellow
Elenu told me that my appeals to him are beyond realms
He looked into my eyes and asked where you wanna go baby
But wait let’s hook right out there at the lobby
He said that my furo is the pulley to his food
He would fight on land with the saltwater crocodile for my sake
He boasted USA is right there
But heck it we are here
He boasted what’s more fun having a father-like as a boyfriend
Such relation is like a lifetime friend
Common baby take a look at your succulent lips
And the shadows won’t deny you of that magnificent hips
Don’t be scared because I’m healthy
Don’t be shy we’ll take it stealthy

And then it happened when I said
You know sir, I’m just fifteen and I don’t wanna be laid
Elenu replied you know too, I’m just a daddy’s boy and an experienced man
You’re too sexy not to be laid therefore there’s no ban
He ripped and ripped till he saw the hole
He dripped and dripped and called me a mole
Bitch, you got a hole at fifteen and ain’t even a virgin
I’m gonna do you and don’t grin or scream
Because I had a dream to fit into a woman of fifteen
I cried and he laughed
I cried and he smiled
I cried and he enjoyed

Elenu did it
And after he did it
He boasted that he’s Martin Luther king senior
And there’s no other worthy because he’s a senhor
He rigmaroled. On what a wretch that a girl of fifteen ain’t even a virgin
He pulled and polled
On the society that moral dischastement should be dispised ignoring the effects of paedophiles, molesters, sexists and rapists dwelling and swelling in advancements of their tactics
He said to me you unworthy nuisance, harlot and prostitute of degradation and one who draws others morality like ticks
You still want me to turn sand into ocean
You want me to make orunmila a shun
Foolish one
We could still go to USA, you’ll still be my pawn
He boasted and more
You could tell the police or your mother
You’ll still be a bore
Because the deed is done
And the deed is gone
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Submitted by Onatolaadebimpe on March 11, 2022

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