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Your intimacy is imported...Not made in Nigeria!



Talking to you is a breath of fresh air.

Your style of conversation is so avant-garde compared to the banality most Nigerian ladies are popular for.

You bring a certain kind of novelty that never wears off throughout the entire conversation.

Having an open dialogue with someone who isn't a yes, no, k person is pure cerebral release.

Not the one that goes full boorish mode when they are made to confront the consequences of their brusque attempt at dialogue.

Engaging with someone who isn't just an ignoramus is mind-orgasm.

This is why chatting with you is a perfect mix of wit, humor, intelligence,  perspective and wisdom.

Your intimacy is imported.

Not made in Nigeria.

You bring me to a place and state of foreign ecstasy.

With words, not fingers or body parts.

Your essence is a state of the art orgasm.

Wordgasm!

That's what you exemplify.

You are an authorgasm.

You bring climax with letters in uncountable numbers.

Nobody is exempt from your cerebral hypnosis.

As long as words have meanings.

And letters have uses.

You are as relevant as urge and orgasms to love and sex.



Dedicated to all the ladies who make an effort to keep a conversation going because they understand they are as involved as their partner in the art of communication.

Communication is not one sided, don't leave it to the men alone.

Talking, chatting, texting, sexting is not gender specific, neither is it the responsibility of men.

If you cannot initiate or carry a conversation, you need therapy not subscription.


Play your own part.




Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne

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