Black Poetry : A BLACK SOUL SISTA a queen with class And she dream fast Lipstick gleam or flash like a twinkle of fame No wrinkle in her game As she strut round but

His rap took her to the backseat
They listen to an exact beat
That’s how he attract a sweet
She have on bra, panties and
A mini skirt plenty work for a boy
Before she just twerk and toy
With his mind now it’s time to enjoy
Some sex, she didn’t do her homework.
A hidden phone under her skirt
It’s a pathetic race.
And like cosmetic paste
She uses it on her face.
 

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