Black Poetry : She’s a BROWN SOUL SISTA fine Make a boy lose his mind the kind That strut butt after a cup Of tea so girl what up? She guest it’s you And her breasts

But he jest kissed her lips
In the backseat she couldn’t
Go anywhere her thing was pudding
He was ready to dive
All sweaty between her thighs
In the swirling oceans of emotion
Coochee hair curling in potions
Oh she didn’t know what to do
And she have a nice butt too
Her lace go adrift
Like at the base of a cliff
Can’t erase the gift
 

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