You don’t grasp a man
Until he babbles
Like a boy
And whispers his mysteries
Like a girl
Until he daydreams away
In the clutches
Of the night
Till he hollers the name
In the belly
Of his heart
Until he surrenders
His wakefulness
And regresses back
To fetal position
At the gateway
Of slumbers
You don’t perceive a woman
Until her mask
Is smeared
And her mascara
Is smudged
Until she hibernates
In her trance
Till she farts away
With no regard
Until no fragrance
Can rescue the night air
GBOLABO ADETUNJI/ AYOKA
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a k o s i l e 
So true. So very true!
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Thank you for reading, Anne. 🐎
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👏👏
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That is so funny. I looked at my hair when I got out of bed and thought a similar thought about how well my husband knows me!
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Yes Elizabeth, we love people despite their imperfections. The best things in life worth having are wrapped in a crown of thorns. Thank you for reading. It’s always exciting to read your comments.
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Indeed beautifully penned down
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gently as is and always will be
we are all so perfectly human
thank you for the reminder
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Thanks for reading. Have a wonderful day!
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Wonderfully written! Thank you for this reminder.
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The subway during the evening rush home, and airport lounges when flights are delayed are good places to observe people with their masks down.
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So true! I,m still in search of a woman to OPEN up too.
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You invited me to connect. I am glad you invited ((hugs))
Here is why : https://churchsetfree.com/2017/08/16/no-number-other-than-one/
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Thanks for connecting. Have a wonderful day.
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This is amazing… thanks for sharing:)
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You are welcome. Thanks for the kind comment. 🍁
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🙂
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