Black Poetry : she's a BLACK SOUL SISTA her lips are red butters he'll be ahead of others if he get a wet date others her hormones and take her home aim to gain a pr

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she's a BLACK SOUL SISTA
her lips are red butters.
he'll be ahead of others.
if he gets a wet date and smother
her hormones and take her home.
aim to gain a prize.
between her plain thighs
SHE SAID, need words for an affair.
and like birds in the air
they must fly.
trust me pie.
is hard to come by

 

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is hard to come by
revamp flows.
and like damp clothes
they dry out.
not what pies are about.
oh, she try stay.
away from the highway
a boy will pick her up.
and try for some quick luck.
and of course she has to duck.
it's static here.
in this operatic career

 

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in this operatic career
a winner with barcadi's
at dinner parties
he delights guests.
SHE SAID: she from a community that babbles.
and have an opportunity to do travels.
cake is a break in action.
that brings great satisfaction.
aim to gain a prize.
then leap into the air flies.
like bats from vampire city
she was at home living in satisfaction.

 

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she was at home living in satisfaction.
when a boy knocked and aroused her to action
HE SAID: boo you have a man?
no, let him grab your hand.
according to the hood news
he does get good reviews.
but nothing to boast about
eat toast for breakfast and shout.
girl spread the butter.
her lips red and utter
love stuff.
in the club talk to ruff