Black Poetry : A club could be a heavy stick get a hug in a CHEVY with a chick read a map of town begin to flirt in a wraparound denim skirt at a party it serves he

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And no doubt the worse taste.
Is yet to come.
And her panties are wet some.
Her pie is soft.
But she has to dry it off.
This boy try toss.
Them to the sky like jets
He has quotes and pride.
But like a long boat ride
They float and never denied.
Spin around fast
And like a 10-pound bass

 

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And like a 10-pound bass.
Ready to swim off.
And girl them some soft
Panties and they’re thin and mild.
They’ll run men wild.
She wins with that style.
See a photo.
And be loco.
Body fine
It’s party time.
SHE SAID: on the street to win with hips.
And like them weekend trips.