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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