Black Poetry : SANTA’S CUMMING (A COMEDY) Glad sometimes sex is a messy start for the fleshy part Of a girl’s body

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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 and heart
freshly strut butt that boys love like dressy art
my body framework
seem to flame and perk
oh sound the alert
must duck the clowns and jerks
Corrupt thrilled and rattled
at this uphill battle
this is corrupt and kill cattle
it's clear boys be battle dressed
ready to rattle them breasts
Loose bra
body juice bazaar
and boys sometime known as dudes
so glad my boobs in the mood
sexual situations I must elude
breasts nipple and poking
my dress a little open
boys wanna fiddle hoping
to get some
because I'm a wet one
my voice stay ready
the air moist and heavy
body just food for boys to toy
with its hard for a girl like alloy
have to think proper
decision shiny like zinc or copper
my breast in silk
Santa jest want milk
undone my brassiere
wanna have fun be sincere
kisses took over the atmosphere
men clear about sex,
no fear but complex
oh dear the HO! HO! Sound vexed
Well anyway I’m sitting pies Santa’s red lap
with my thighs and legs gap
Got a brown round butt
I'm bound to have renown luck
from a corrupt town I'm stuck
with Santa he 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 true soft
lips while his nose glows
far as Santa couldn't oppose his flows
my lips red and dope
but the bed could be broke
already Santa asked I said nope
my hips round
make a boy's head trip around
Body 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
got my tongue couldn't go anywhere
living single and well
but this could be a jingle bell
a joy to the world
for every boy and girl
At this point I wouldn’t care hot panties
are sticky like slop candies
“Dang girl
you could bang the world
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 wanna pop the top
Got a pot pie
for a hot guy
after he finish his spinach like Popeye
Fear fate as it curves
Santa’s love talk irritates my nerves
intensive aggression
is like expensive questions
a girl may ask in a profession
mask off 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 loco Christmas tongue
wouldn’t let my waist go,
oh I’m home and hooked
can’t even use the phone book
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 he be true
but she flew into
a rage in her mind
Oh Santa really wants cake
in my brain fragmentation
really squash my plain imagination
the juice start 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 true
On my legs use cream and lotion
Santa really got my machine in motion
It’s a lean potion of love come from extreme 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
because they here to get some
oh a girls has so much to think About,
situation often rude
but music soften the mood
foreplay is the link this could be a flaw in the bed
while my lips a raw red
my layers are pink
boys look and players think
Some sex all the toying
love talk turn annoying
as he rubbed my sweaty
thighs we hugged he was ready
for pies it was a march no doubt
and I better watch out
fears of jewelry
can bring tears and fury
Santa wanna put a ring on it
and lick my body dog gone it
listening to XMAS vibes
night before dust the scribes
my thoughts drift
Santa caught a swift
of my perfume he jest sniff
my juice produce a splash
really gonna get my panties smash
and Santa was fast to kiss my red
lips tries to escape my pies and cake misled
but he squeeze my waist
and tease my lace
my eyes and thighs was open
wide I have hips and butt
got fingers on the lips of a cup
of coffee he sip and grip
as smoking pies await and flip
like flap jacks in the form of true cake
it’s too late
to leave, he said “girl you a peach so calm
to be a chick from VIRGINIA BEACH not the norm
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
like a post office there's a handling charge
to mail love from a club so I'm gambling large
have a phat desire and flat tire rambling in the garage
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 so open
oh and hoping kisses so hot they're choking
couldn't Go anywhere
far as sex plenty there
wearing mini skirt aware
Santa sees pleasures
using these measures
amusing the good treasures
of getting some 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 long
on the beach the fear strong
Around my thing
the little elves renown started to sing
boys outside on the street departed with bling
Santa wanna feast on my pies
and increase the size
of this affair
oh he kissed my hair
Bait my night
fate is right
may end pregnant oh my virgin thing so tight
My fame is crazy
gonna name the baby
Chris without the T yall
oh my lips red heat
hope Santa not a dead beat
Oh Santa wanna go crazy
and be yelling oh baby
a boy is born tonight
and adorn by a bright light
Santa got my pies and then
three wise men
came from afar
guided by the flame of a star
 

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