Black Poetry : SANTA’S CUMMING (A COMEDY)

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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 was 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 thugs 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 flavor 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 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
    Oh Santa really wants some, in my brain fragmentation really squash
    My 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
    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 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
    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 was 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 wanna and gonna 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
    My deep voice caused me to make a freak choice as the words HO! HO! HO!
    Stay 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 roof top and RUDOLF is a lieutenant
    SANTA has a corrupt plan he jest 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 and 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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