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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And like a flawless concert
There’s music to be had.
Oh, a loose t-shirt.
No excuse but be alert.
Oh, this is hot and pure.
like loose shoes not secure
Oh, a plan for romance.
But it don’t stand a chance.
Because she ran home
And now he stands alone.
Oh, she thrills and boss.
But is still lost.

 

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But is still lost.
When it comes to love
She from the club
Oh, boost a campaign.
And produce a brain.
That can vote not complain.
Oh, take her from one place to another.
And really try for lace and butter
He has strange flows.
She has to change clothes.
Oh, her panties are wet a lot.
a girl in a car will get hot.

 

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a girl in a car will get hot.
Now she in the car trapped.
Wearing panties and bra strap
Oh, her pie crust burns.
And now they discuss terms.
Oh, after this he wanna wine and dine.
Because she’s divine and fine.
His hot bandana
Could lead to propaganda.
She’s charming and has cake.
His hormones are at alarming rate.
Oh, girl this not phony luck.

 

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Oh, girl this not phony luck.
Gone and pony up.
Let's get in the backseat.
It required tits.
For a desired fit
Into a bra
The menu so far is ice cream.
And boo you a nice queen.
Let's turn on the music.
It’s confirmed boys use it.
To get girls hot so stop
With the HIP HOP

 

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With the HIP HOP.
Let's go shop.
Aw girl you got cake from hood.
And he’s ready to make good.
Her lips red and firm
And that made his head turn.
Girl we can go to bed and learn.
Some stuff
He come to huff and puff.
This stuff unique and hot
And like an antique shop
This is old school.