Nyambura, my love,
We shall not make love today.
I know the fire that you have,
But if we wait our patience will pay.
I am still a scholar in campus,
And if we make love you'll carry my baby.
But I don't have money for pampus,
I can give you a warm hug maybe.
Nyambura, my honey,
I am horny but let's not hurry.
We need a house and some money,
Then make love after we've married.
I can see your nipples have hardened,
They are itching to pierce my chest.
But if we make love tonight we'll be burdened,
The best thing to do is to wait.
Nyambush, my love,
Our bodies are temples of God.
Let's cherish the virginity that we have,
Then later we shall break it of course.
I know your thighs are burning,
My heart is wanting too.
But my mind tells me something,
That if we wait our love will be true.
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