Her dress was dusty
But her body clean
Eyes like mirrors
Lips inviting
A touch of silk
Drawn by her smile
Layed back to rest
Spirits are flying
Deep down my skin
Hairs on my body
Reminds me of her breath
Stay long, stay long
Come possess me tonight
Don’t talk of yesterday
Another drink
Cold as winter
Warm up my bones
Tell me a legend
No loose reality
Hold me in your vicious circle
Let’s hit the night
Hey, let’s hit the night.

Jolly Kunjappu
Teneré, Niger, 1991