Black Poetry : She was a BROWN SOUL SISTA sweet oh she' phat and hot and boy wanna stop at that spot and try rap, but she won't budge like a jammed door she love fud

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oh, girl you please his taste.
oh, it's a kiss and talk
could lead to a brisk walk
but this is a kinda stalk
he wants sex she can't squawk
about that, oh her dress he begged to lift
and like the edge of a cliff
he may fall off
oh, her body all soft
her panties green
which is candies extreme
oh, he just stuck his hand under her dress

 

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oh, he just stuck his hand under her dress
she tried to grab his thumb
but his vocab was yum! yum
oh, she couldn't go anywhere
and far as sex plenty there
plus, he was aware of her breasts
they were jest poking
now her dress is open
her bra is silk
and his car was built
for this oh he got her tongue
and was so sprung

 

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and was so sprung.
she started to moan and groan
SHE SAID: oh, the wet stuff
when a girl let a boy puff
they just can't get enough
but his game is up to snuf
oh boys rap right with an appetite
as a girl may need a map tonight
oh a chick today
have to pick her way
and advance slowly
because romance is holy

 

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because romance is holy
oh, a chick with a butt
is like a pickup truck
a boy wants to toot her horn
she's so cute and adorn
oh, a thug is bazaar
and like the stub of cigar
his body smoke
and when at a party he's dope
at HARDEE he drinks a coke
think he wanna grip your hips and lick
your bright pink lipstick