A bra Santa, I wish for a white bra and black panties this Christmas, to save my clan from Njeris shame, She came from Nairobi accompanied by a chest full of rioting breast, with every step she made we held our breathe in shock, old men flocked my fathers hut waiting to catch her falling breasts, the young men stood silently, biting their lips, shifting uneasily, sweating profusely. I too planted oranges on my chest hoping to beat Njeris swollen army, they never stuck for long, one yellow breast rolled away while I washed clothes, I still remember Karugas Chuckle as He picked and Devoured the orange, I did not die of Shame! Santa Hurry with the Panties, Njeri arrives soon with Her painted Lips, It was tragic last year with her see through dress she left nothing to imagination, curse the wind for dancing around her, Mama rushed with her leso but it was too late, We watched as her dress flew up to her nose, she had on between Her Thighs a tiny strip of material swallowed between the Dimpled Pair Had she Hid Her Buttocks, she would not have become the village flag, Flying High, Hoisted on some Village Mans waist-Every Day and Night
Posted on: Thu, 11 Dec 2014 10:32:35 +0000
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