Black Poetry : She was a PHILIPINE CHICK

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Boo he wanna taste your thing.
And probably give you a ring
She do a terror queen probe.
And like a kerosene stove
It burns stink.
Boys never learn pink.
Secrets from a girl’s
Bedroom and then hurl.
She got booty and waist.
Her body has a fruity taste.
Like wine
All type of fine

 

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All type of fine
Sipping going on.
Love words in her ears strong
She’s gripping the phone.
Talking to a boy
Walking together to enjoy
A summer breezes.
In the hummer he squeezes
Her waist so downstairs
There are brown hairs.
Her dress is down but prepares.
For a cake date with boy declares

 

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For a cake date with boy declares.
Love is at hand.
This boy went to lab and stuck.
Wanna a girl in the cab of the truck
Really get chased yall.
And like baseball
This boy made a complete pitch.
And in the street itch
For a homerun
But out on first base
And no doubt the worse taste
Is yet to come.

 

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Is yet to come.
And her panties are wet some.
Her pie is soft.
But she has to dry it off.
This boy try toss.
Them to the sky like jets
He has quotes and pride.
But like a long boat ride
They float and never denied.
Spin around fast
And like a 10-pound bass
Ready to swim off.

 

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Ready to swim off.
And girl them some soft
Panties and they’re thin and mild.
They’ll run men wild.
She wins with that style.
See a photo.
And be loco.
Body fine
It’s party time.
SHE SAID: on the street to win with hips.
And like them weekend trips.
Jump in a boy’s green ride.