Black Poetry : So boo you a BROWN SOUL SISTA alert A queen that flirt And it seem to work Give him some cream it won’t hurt. He dream wanna jerk up her He plan

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Their waist in the bed.
Especially if her lips are red.
In the park with buttered capes
And like dark colored grapes
This can make red wine.
But right now, his head in a bind
So, who do he love?
Have to be true in the club.
So, boo let him rub.
The phat lips on your thing
Let his stats grip the bling.
Drink snapples it’s boss.

 

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hear her voice in his CHEVY.
air kind of moist and heavy
so nightly they met.
her coochee slightly wet
creamy and itching
like a steamy kitchen
some marriage paper in here
there's vapor in the atmosphere.
her breasts cute
and like flesh fruit
boys want them.
she's not stale.

 

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Drink snapples it’s boss
Like that applesauce
He speak slang just a little
But want her to hang up the fiddle
And give him some she said nope
Even though her lips red and dope
Drink from fountains as a rhymer
And like a mountain climber
He’s on the edge of a cliff.
And now beg to lift.
Up her skirt
And do some work.

 

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No limit in here.
And like an academic year
It starts when school open.
And he’s cool hoping.
for a girl in SEPTEMBER
She slept but remember.
Her homework
And roam alert
In the bedroom
Her lips red kaboom
A boy may come over.
He’s preaching wisdom.

 

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He’s preaching wisdom.
Using a teaching system
So, folks grab textbooks.
And have a complex look.
At them pages
End up above the rim on stages.
Could lead to tone on a microphone.
By the way ET call home
She may be all alone.
She’s a creator of soup.
And like a theater group
Boys wanna do a dry run.