Black Poetry : GIRL I MET #2

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    GIRL I MET #2

    I want the cake between your thighs don’t abate my extreme pride
    I bet your wet coo-chee steam inside just some sweet ice cream pies
    Girl let me annoint your stew with my point of views can get deeply
    Involved and never cheaply on the job in sex dealings it get creepy
    I got crazy behavior so baby do me a favor you a lady with major
    Tits I’m not a winded prince but I intend to convince your flavor
    To my bed room your complete theme is you’re a sweet queen
    When you walk the public scatter the subject matter is the extreme
    Hip twisting, wanna be lip kissing you and possibly get some tongue
    “Ok rhyme my coo-chee is liquid like running water you a boy gunning
    To slaughter it with the shock of a dropped **** and that’s stunning
    Your plot is fast and it’s like potash If I stripped could get burned
    It’s like the sweets from beets when you kiss my feet be concerned
    Rhyme you have great hope for love and wanna make soap suds
    shower my body with powers godly with oddly kisses and hugs
    this is a perfect situation according to your interpretation your plan
    is to strip my manuscript and invent sex like Trey Songz and stand
    while the neighbors know your name, any act bring many facts about
    a date no doubt my cake soft, wanna take off my panties, snack out
    make a juice sandwich, reduce damage of getting pregnant on route
    rhyme your Ebonics good, atomics hood, gin and tonic would
    make a date better, I don’t drink and won’t think about it should
    I be different and see the magnificent side of you if I could?
    Rhyme I think you want access to my breasts so you can undo
    My dress, fall on the bed all over the bedspead with the screw
    My body feel hot and strange like a stock exchange and your
    **** has changed rhyme I think you want some it’s hardcore
    Oh stop being puny you want the opportunity to knock my boots
    As your **** shoot for the stars like a rocket, my cocolate in loops

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    Oh stop being puny you want the opportunity to knock my boots
    As your **** shoot for the stars like a rocket chocolate in loops
    Remember I was home with this boy my body an
    Unknown toy RHYME he just kissed my lips hands
    At my side, junk bothered me, his **** hard like
    Stumps of a tree got a hunk of free tongue got hyped
    He was so sprung and wanted some grabbed my waist
    Wanted to have my lace I’m like “take it easy” the chase
    Was on and I can’t erase this song but his kisses has taste
    he told me my jaw dimples are sweet
    I should have a simple seat in his lap
    My body became tender and hotter and like Linda
    Carter I’m a wonder woman under a strain boy tender
    With his kisses, aggressive like a bull dozer hard
    For me to keep my composure, like the closer starred
    With Kara Cedric ready to ask questions about his
    Background kisses putting the smack down so brisk
    Have a habit call flirt and he wanna do cabinetwork
    Put stuff on my shelf then huff and puff delft and perk
    My emotions and this alert oceans of juice oh gosh
    He really kissed my lips, all the love talk brain washed
    Me, juice spill my coo-chee lips loose and still even mother
    Goose would be thrilled to see a chick relaxed in butter
    Oh RHYME I was so hot down there we were necking
    So renown I feel shoes thin around the heel checking
    For feet damage he ‘ll have a complete sandwich if he
    Throw a sausage up in this my coo-chee lips are open gee
    Juicy flips and smoking, he told me my thing was all cake
    And wet like a small lake his **** was hard I think ached
     
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