Black Poetry : SANTA’S CUMMING (A COMEDY) Glad sometimes sex is a messy start for the fleshy part // Of a girl’s body that boys love so much it’s like dressy art //

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SANTA’S CUMMING (A COMEDY)
Glad sometimes sex is a messy start for the fleshy part //
Of a girl’s body that boys love so much it’s like dressy art //
Corrupt thrilled and rattled at this uphill battle kinda impressed //
The picture is clear, boys be battle dressed ready to rattle breast //
Loose bra body juice bazaar so glad my boobs in the mood //
They were just nipple poking and smoking I am not joking with attitude //
They’re just food for boys to toy with its hard for a girl to elude //
That, my breast in silk Santa jest want milk undone my brassiere //
So sincere oh men clear about sex, kisses took over the atmosphere //
Well anyway I’m sitting in Santa’s red lap with my legs gapped //
Got round brown buttocks from a corrupt block thug tries to rap //
To me “girl what you want for CHRISTMAS”? Oh something complex //
He thought I said some sex oh his ding-go-ling got hard long and vexed //
It lifted me up I sit on a hill and a bit thrilled for CHRISTMAS a ROLEX //
On SANTA’S wrist he traveled from ATLANTA to get this, a bit surprise //
How my pies attract boys even SANTA with a sack of toys so no disguise //
Needed, all this nightly rapping something likely to happen so wet down //
There RUDOLPH looked at my lips while his nose glows my hips round //
Body so juicy and wet ready and proper like a Betty Crocker cake //
My wet cream could set the scene for a sexual scream “oh great” //
Stockings hung with care Santa’s singing sprung and aware//
Oh, he jest got my tongue couldn’t go anywhere oh he wouldn’t dare //
At this point I wouldn’t care hot panties are sticky like slop candies //
“Dang girl you have some great cake” “but Santa wait oh he jest //
Got my tongue so true and soft I looked right at Rudolph impressed //
Santa wanna take off my dress my cake soft I guess and my breast //
Poke a lot, can drink a coke on the spot flavor impress and finesse //
Got a pot pie for a hot guy after he finish his spinach like Popeye //
Fear fate it curves Santa’s love talk irritates my nerves it’s not fly //
To beg for pie at a time like this but he designed a kiss to get my wet //
Panties real hot, he’s so sprung he got my Christmas tongue wouldn’t let //
My waist go, oh I’m home and hooked can’t even use the phonebook //
In a wild zone could swear I hear a dial tone but being alone it took //
Strength to keep my legs closed like this while Santa delivers dynamite //
Kiss oh tonight how will I resist already sweaty, and my skirt is up my white //
Panties won’t get me out of this at all I’m totally in love oh my gosh //
Oh, Santa really wants some, in my brain fragmentation really squash //
My imagination the juice starts to leak through don’t know who to speak //
To SANTA said you a sweet boo didn’t know what to do the sofa squeak //
On my legs use cream and lotion Santa really got my machine in motion //
It’s a lean potion of love come from the devotion //
of a hug on second notion //
It’s the Christmas kiss that count, stout with pride and outside sit fog //
In the dark and the dogs bark, I’m a sweet chick and I speak quick and clog //
Boy’s eardrum, they here to get some oh a girl has so much to think //
About, situation often rude but music softens the mood foreplay is the link //
This could be a flaw in the bed while my lips a raw red my layers are pink //
Some sex all the toying was annoying as he rubbed my sweaty thighs //
It was a march no doubt and I better watch out listening to XMAS vibes //
My juice produce a splash and Santa was fast to kiss my red lips tries //
To escape with my cake but squeeze my waist and tease my lace my eyes //
And thighs were open wide and smoking pes await Santa in the form //
Of true cake it’s too late to leave, he said “girl you a peach so calm //
And your world could palm a boy’s dream, and leave wet lip balm //
On his kissers, got brave powers” he gave me flowers now it’s warm //
And rosy the love storm turned cozy; this is a tight affair but my body //
Need light and air, Santa’s kiss above the rim and he love films and party //
About Christmas sex, I looked down and my thighs wide open couldn’t //
Go anywhere far as sex plenty there I’m wearing mini skirt aware pudding //
Down there juice around everywhere didn’t know what to say I said OH NO //
He said HO! HO! HO! And went loco getting my tongue oh this is a no go //
My thighs sweat pies so wet tried to make another escape Santa reach //
Under my skirt called it butter and cake, a good girl all year on the beach //
Around my thing the little elves renown started to sing the toy sack airs //
Spread with the fish smell of my coo-chee like a trout on route to bite //
Bait my night fate is to become pregnant oh my virgin thing so tight //
My fame is crazy gonna name the baby Chris without the T all right //
Oh, Santa wanna go crazy and be yelling oh baby a boy is born tonight //
He’s gonna make me cream steam and scream so extreme in this hazy //
Room wearing daisy perfume Santa has keen eyes and my bed is queen //
Size the cream between my thighs multiplies while Santa whispers lean//
Stuff in my ears had enough teen fears about sex, emotions began to grow //
I made a freak choice as the words HO! HO! HO! //
is in my head he said “let’s go lay in bed” I said “my gosh oh no you may go //
Crazy on it well I’m fed kisses and this spread my wishes my cake is red as //
I make my own bed gonna have to lie my pie in it SANTA GUY wait a minute //
My thing way too hot the sleigh out on the rooftop, RUDOLF is a lieutenant //
SANTA has a corrupt plan he stuck his hand under my dress I couldn’t go //
Anywhere because my body hot and the party don’t stop the emotions grow //
It was thunder down there in my underwear panties just sticky the wind blow //
Whirly airs through the curly hairs around my thing WOW! It’s a HO! HO! //
And my thing wet and tender, Santa wanna set an agenda he wanna toss //
My soft panties on the bedpost, we really need to discuss some stuff lost //
A love on CHRISTMAS EVE now stuck with a baby boy name CHRIS //
Without the T
 

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