Out of Africa
In a strange land so foreign.
The rhythm – different.
Mama! We’re alone.
Mama! Call us home.
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Out of Africa
In a strange land so foreign.
The rhythm – different.
Mama! We’re alone.
Mama! Call us home.
Teach me how you taste.
I want to relish in you;
Savor the moment.
Licking fingers until I am done.
Swirling round until I’ve won.