Black Poetry : she was a BROWN SOUL SISTA nice begin with a hot firt like the din of a rock concert it made noise not afraid of boys go to parades enjoys marching an

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boys invite females
and singing like a nightingale
many are fighting to prevail
on top of the game
he sincere boo
he want a clear view
of her body and hips
at a party he sips
sweet wine cherry musk
and a girl's very trust
depends on her love
it usually begins in the club

 

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it usually begins in the club
then met a nice queen at the barber
then went to the ice cream parlor
it was a dairy queen
the place very clean
it didn't stop there
her thing hot and aware
this boy wants to kiss and share
some sex and that's complex
even dumb text knows what's next
going to send an EMAIL but interrupted
but as a female love come in buckets

 

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but as a female love come in buckets
oh here comes a kiss she can't duck it
oh he just looked at her breasts
and stuck his hand under her dress
at home dirty clothes lying around
boys use wordy flows on the rebound
some have sniffing nose like a hound
the mall filled with new stores
and through the doors
are folks from downtown
his love talk has nouns that sound
like a love song

 

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like a love song.
oh, he rubs on
her brown thighs
look into her round eyes
oh, a girl in the mood and loco
she ducks and elude photos
that get her hot a lot
oh a kiss can repair an affair
so boo let down your hair
oh a boy masters scrolls
and they hot like casseroles
like a flight this stuff delayed

 

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like a flight this stuff delayed
so tonight he may get played
oh his luck in demand
he just stuck his hand
under her skirt a fan
of sex and next he jest
kissed her lips and got some
tongue aw boo he don't wanna cum
he had bold facts
and like an old shack
had junk in his ride
oh, he wishes for pride