Black Poetry : She’s a BROWN SOUL SISTA fine. A twister of a boy’s mind It’s hot and strange. But do not change. His plot is to His love affair At the club prep

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She’s a BROWN SOUL SISTA fine.
A twister of a boy’s mind
It’s hot and strange.
But do not change.
His plot is to rearrange.
His love affair
At the club prepare
For a date with a chick
Her breasts today
Are in a fresh way.
And unless she says
Yes, he can’t run game.

 

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Yes, he can’t run game.
She’s plenty alert like nannies.
In a mini-skirt bra and panties
This is a charming fable.
Really alarming and able
To escape, eat a bagel.
This magic potion
Is tragic like an ocean.
His hair is wavy.
As he prepares for gravy
Went Searched online.
And spent much time.

 

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And spent much time.
Just to find a date
Not a crime to want cake.
Want her pie in the room.
Then try with a spoon.
To get cake kaboom
While a fake tune
on CD he’s from the jolly hood
A not Hollywood
For her a BARBIE DOLLY IS GOOD
So, boo your thighs open.
He tells lies hoping.

 

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He tells lies hoping.
To get some her breasts poking
He just kissed her lips.
Put his hand under dress.
He planned for the best.
Sex SHE SAID: she better leave.
But she has clever cleave.
He has endeavors up his sleeve.
Oh, she started to moan and groan.
SHE SAID: oh, chocolate chips.
On rocket ships
In panties droplets drips

 

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In panties droplets drips.
And bicycle sprockets flip.
Tires like FIRESTONE
Boys desire to bone at home.
Oh, a girl with her dress up.
And breasts been sucked.
In sexual stress she tries to duck
She tries pull down her dress.
And the nipples round on her breasts
Oh, she says he was throwing gravy.
And going crazy
She says her panties grew wings like RED BULL