Black Poetry : SANTA’S CUMMING (A COMEDY)

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rhymebad

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SANTA’S CUMMING (A COMEDY)

RHYME sometimes sex is a messy start for the fleshy part
Of a girl’s body that boys suck and lick its like dressy art
The picture is clear, boys be battle dressed ready to rattle breast
Loose bra cooch juice bazaar so RHYME my boobs in the mood
They was just nipple poking and smoking I ain’t joking with attitude
They’re just food for boys to toy with its hard for a girl to elude
That, my tits in silk Santa want to git 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 thugs tries to rap
To me “girl what you want for CHRISTMAS”? Oh something hot
He thought I said some **** oh his ding-gu-ling got hard on the spot
It lifted me up I sit on top of a legit **** for CHRISTMAS so loosely
Rudolph looked at my lips while his nose glows oh my coo-chee
Was so juicy and wet ready and proper like a Betty Crocker cake
In front of a chimney just my **** and Santa’s jimmy “oh great”
Stockings hung with care Santa’s cocking 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 the kisses I guess and my breast
Caused his **** to swell ready to rock the bell like LL at best
It jest expand in his pants now starting to understand romance a wet
Juicy coo-chee can enhance the whole situation its Santa’s chance to get
Some sex all the toying was annoying as he rubbed to fat black hairs
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 coo-chee so tight
My fame is crazy gonna name the baby Chris oh Santa wanna go crazy
On my thing make me cream steam and scream so extreme in this hazy
Room I’m wearing daisy perfume Santa has keen eyes and my bed is queen
Size and the cream between my thighs multiplies while Santa whispers some lean
Stuff in my ears had enough teen fears about sex oh the emotions began to grow
His deep voice caused me to make a freak choice as the words ***!
***! ***! Stayed in my head he said “lets go lay in bed” I said “oh No!”
His **** stuck up like a sore thumb knew there was more to cum doe
It was thunder down there in my underwear panties just sticky the wind blow
Whirly airs through the black curly hairs around my thing
 

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