Black Poetry : A BLACK SOUL SISTA fine She could blista the mind Of a boy, like a hot camera With a lot of stamina Take a photo Her cake is loco Focused onto film T

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He can get some.
She’s strong by choice.
And like a tone of voice
She’s loud, proud noise.
A crowd of boys
these hidden quotes
Are like written notes.
They say a stop.
but he wanna play a lot.
With her wet coochee.
And it gets juicy.
Like tree leaves stuff dance in the wind

 

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Like tree leaves stuff dance in the wind
This is hot boss art.
And not a false start
He tossed his heart.
In this
It begins with a kiss
boys be off to the races.
Looking for soft laces
Some talk jive in the summer.
And wanna drive a hummer.
Like LEBRON JAMES on TV
Have to be a strong MVP.

 

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Have to be a strong MVP.
To do such a thing so he sees
Oh, there’s luck and perfume.
Up in her room
Love struck boys listen to a tone.
Start kissing and kaboom.
Oh, juice just splash.
And produce a fast.
love affair solid
Club air and hydraulics
Oh, she wanted some deft knowledge.
And left for college.

 

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And left for college.
This morning
And a kiss was a warning.
That this boy wanted some
She brings the salad.
He wore bling during a ballad.
But a fire broke out.
Now they need a coke no doubt.
Just to cool off
In school a boss
Lover affair started.
Used a comb and parted.

 

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Used a comb and parted
Her hair her emotion carted
Her script slick and strong
She put lipstick on
He’s kissing shook.
But she is missing books.
On this there’s no chapter
For the flow of a rapper.
Witty and bold
Wanna see a city of gold.
In rhythm she has raw breast and flirt
And like a flawless concert