Black Poetry : She’s a BLACK SOUL SISTA that he come upon by chance a phat Love with pie and romance at His crib had to stop dreaming Her body hot and steaming Like

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There’s snow in their flow awight
So boo sit in the car
We may git to the bar
He arouse with legit skills
And like a house sit on a hill
Some brick missing
He started doing some sick kissing
Oh, her panties grew wings
The way she threw that thing
He grew up wearing bling
Oh, he jest got her tongue
She has breasts he’s sprung