Black Poetry : She’s a BLACK SOUL SISTA Wanna an exact bold Mista She lives next to the ocean. Sex comes in potion. She uses complex On her legs use perfume Boys

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Like potholes
Best stop these scrolls
Rookies flow
Is like cookie dough.
It’s sweet and crumbly.
Can be a street dummy.
A kiss is static.
But systematic
Like a scheme of color
Girl, you got cream and butter.
For his toast ready to host
Some KFC wet biscuits

 

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Some KFC wet biscuits.
Don’t get it twisted.
Love soothes an affair.
He then smoothed his hair.
Then adjust his tie.
He wants the crust of her pie.
He’s thrill and bold.
As he adjusts his billfold
For inflation and still roll
In a drop top
It all cost
Even a small lost.

 

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Even a small lost
So girl let him toss
Her panties and lipgloss
Out the sunroof please
She crush men
Like a rush of wind
Can she hush and then
Give him some so when
Will that happen?
Just a bunch of phat rapping
Look boo not a dummy today.
But in a clumsy way

 

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But in a clumsy way
He’s gonna ask for a date.
His whole task is cake.
SHE SAID: oh, her panties fly off.
Like a jet and leave her pie soft
oh, her dress is up.
her breasts been sucked.
Like a baby bottle can’t duck
This stuff one kiss he huffs.
And puff panties wet a lot.
They really get hot.
And she let not.

 

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And she let not.
One get it so stop.
Gave her waist a hot squeeze.
But not to please
Just to plot and tease
She has fun with rhyme.
But can’t be unkind.
She number one in his mind.
Lyrical and sincere
They could be physical and severe.
His words are fine.
But they may disturb her mind.