Comments about Joba Akinola
Those sultry nights, those salty thighs she parted for me,
Her own pearly gates, wrapping me and giving me a taste of heaven,
Sadly, it was all pearls before swine, for I was undeserving.
Through those lonely cold dusks she gave her dawn to me,
Warming my loins with the pore in her core - the furnace in her oven,
Those sultry nights, those salty thighs she parted for me.
Her care, her love and her trust she forever lavished on me,