The man with black mud stained shoes walked into the room.
His hair neatly cut .
His clothes freshly pressed.
He had an aura. An extremely mysterious aura.
He strung her along like a puppet.
The man with black mud stained shoes walked towards the lady.
Her cigarette flame burning low.
Her nails freshly manicured.
Her skin well oiled.
She had scars. Extremely deep and long scars.
He strung her along like a puppet.
The man with black mud stained shoes took her by the waist.
Their movements well synchronized.
His skin pale against hers.
Her fingers roaming around his face.
His lips pressed against her skin.
They had a story. An extremely complicated and long story.
He strung her along like a puppet.
The man with black mud stained shoes had other lovers.
His skin almost like curdled milk.
His fingers long and beautiful.
His head freshly shaved.
His body beautiful like an African warrior.
He had an aura. An extremely mysterious aura.
He strung her along like a puppet.
The man with black mud stained shoes strung her along like a puppet.
The man with black mud stained shoes was merciless in his wake.
The man with black mud stained shoes strung her along like a puppet.
-SoulFullOfSeyi.
flo'mami 
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Your writing is impressive, you have too much potential.
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You mind is beautiful , your ink is dark
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Your mind is beautiful, your ink is dark.
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Thank you so much 😘
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Jeez you had me strung like a puppet.
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