Black Poetry : she was a BROWN SOUL SISTA and boys like to whisper in her eardrum she try not hear none come to be aware there's nothing dumb about a stare he wish t

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she says no must think a little.
there's a kink in the middle
of this affair boys want to fiddle
around and get some coochee
just because it's so juicy
he just stuck his hand under her dress
the juice stir in her breasts
aw girl you got some soft lips
on your coochee he had boss scripts
that made her hot down there
and now juice around everywhere
didn't think boys would dare