Black Poetry : Ok boo tell me a story Ok was wit this boy at MC CRORY Drug store It was love galore By the truckload All sorts of guy Not in short supply In a commu

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But it’s restricted in scope
He’s a winner and stable.
At the dinner table
To eat brief turkey
And some beef jerky
And his plan is very soft.
Like cranberry sauce
So, look boo no bar.
Let's go to the car.
And have a conversation.
Ok but no domination.
We kiss when she says so.

 

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We kiss when she says so.
Oh, he still wanna play doe.
he’ll take a good risk.
For cake and a hood kiss
Her panties go flying.
For boys no lying
So, they been to the bar.
And now in the car
He plans for pies.
Put his hand on her thighs.
She thrills with her voice.
And her panties still moist

 

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And her panties still moist
Enough to smear
Lots of huff and puff in here
Lack strength in character.
Facts convince in AMERICA.
She has pure cake boys' thirst.
But she may have to urinate first.
Oh her panties become wet.
And that’s a dumb threat.
While in a car with a boy
We go to the bar to enjoy.
Drunk with rage.

 

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Drunk with rage.
Talk junk on stage.
Her past is rude.
And like fast food
Grab a plate.
What she has is great.
A wet flow in her lace
He won’t let go of her waist.
Want her to lay down.
So, he can play around.
Juicy how he lives today.
Her coochee not a give away

 

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Her coochee not a give away
He can cast that aside.
But she did ask for a ride.
Wanna get to pump.
That wet junk
Look she tolerate boys.
But don’t accommodate noise.
A report from a committee.
Says there is playboy sport in the city.
Well, that’s not for her.
The hot may occur.
So, she prefers.