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In my Baby's Mind

By Gideon MugerePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

My Baby.

Her beauty doesn’t lie between her thighs,

But son, don’t lie that you haven’t taken a glance or two,

Probably three.

Personally, I’ve kept stealing glances since our first meeting.

She was reserved, a Kalenjin.

Hailing from the tribe of speedsters.

But don’t get me wrong, she couldn’t run a mile.

She could, however, run her mouth into my business.

And she had all the right to do so.

After all, she was my wife

Anyway!!

It was the way I kissed her thighs, that made her like me.

Public display of affection was never her forte,

so be assured she was all mine under closed doors.

And windows.

And doors (Bedroom and what not).

Lets just say thick thighs save lives.

Am healthy, am I not? And Alive?

Alain once said, “ If you show me your knees,

i'll imagine your thighs but if you show me your thighs,

i won't imagine your knees.”

Well, while I may not know how many knees she has,

She clearly has two gluteal muscled thighs.

God!! Please give her knees.

- My Baby.

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    Written by Gideon Mugere