Kwadwo Panyin writes: Ewuradwoa, Just Give Me 10 Minutes!

Ewuradwoa, you know I want to bend you over a table.

From the moment I first saw you, junior ordered me to bend you over and show you the world.

So yes, I freaking want to bend you over a table but I want to do so much more.

Give me two minutes to prepare for an invasion in the south but first, allow me to focus my attention on the north.

Your fun bongos in the northern region require undivided attention. Warming up the north makes for an easy entrance into the south when the invasion begins.

Ewuradwoa, I know how much you love the feeling of close and personal contact so I need five minutes to runs some circles around your fun bongos with tight clenches.

Man, I love those firm bongos!

When I’m done conquering the north, give me two more minutes to breathe in, breathe out, and savor how nice it will feel deep down in the south.