Charm
Miami was a charm of a city
What difference does that make me
I learnt to rise and not feel usual hurt.
Time after time it was pleasure for every measure.
Love was the spice of my life
Lure was the dice to every feeling.
My soul learnt to dance the dance of laughter in blues
My thoughts taught me the art of desire and spa.
I loved me and I couldn't help it
What was there to fall in love with in me
I fell even in love with myself deeply
I craved my passion in every mission.
I gave me time to laugh.
I loved the scent of pleasure.
I gave charge to the owner of my lampstand
I poured in the oil of necessity.
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Makinde Kehinde Margret was born in Ibadan, Nigeria , in 1988. She received the LLB degree - Bachelor of Laws from the Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife, Nigeria , in 2016. She has spent most of her life in empathy and care giving (of random people especially strangers)flowing from her personal and career experiences, for the greater purpose of growing love on every soil and rejuvenating hearts. She is a passionate lover, writer, listener and intercessor after the Kingdom of God. She knows growth is constant that yields bloom, so she continues to personally grow as she ought to and stays fixed to things of God and drawn to things of The Holy Spirit. Margret is currently at the stage of letting God direct and coach her in every area He pleasures. Connect with Margret: Email: [email protected]
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