Black Poetry : Stuff in the Car

rhymebad

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Stuff in the Car

(Winner of fame entertained by dames) “so boo what your name?”
“Its Jane” “look I’m a (man of facts wanna transact) some main
(Dismal Business with you and get some physical fitness too) in the form
Of sex, I want (extreme support like the supreme court) judicial storm
Excited by your (red lips make my head trip) a contemplation of beauty
(Before my eyes and it soar like skies) on a (summer jive day it’s my duty
Got a Hummer lets drive away?) It’s a (legit night mini-skirt fit tight
So we can git right) with kisses of (any kind got plenty wine) the (night
Is young and I’m kinda like sprung) off your looks boo, you a nice sight
You (inspire my emotion and its like fire in an ocean) try not painic but
My Titanic in the Atlantic is (gonna sink and I wanna think) about the cup-
Cakes you possess under that dress girl I’m impress plus you bless with
Breasts, you got (cake and cream I have great esteem) toward your gift
Until my (job is complete you’ll never be obsolete wanna be involved
With your sweet) stuff girl, we could have (dinner for two not a slob
You can interview) me turn my doorknob wanna kiss your lips fall in love”
“So RHYME you wanna girl’s (panty lace they like twirl candy grace) and hug
Her hips, like (renown trees with brown leaves) you’ll (fall to the ground
If I show you all under my gown) because boys go crazy and run around
Searching for new love talk, so (I listen while they try be kissing) and begging
For some, RHYME one time I was in a bazaar car with a boy I was pledging
Not to (have sex grab the kotex) I mean sex (amuse strongly but when used
Wrongly) it could be a problem, CD on, enjoying the (funk from the beat snooze
On the front seat) then he just kissed lips and grabbed my waist I couldn’t go
(Any place he wanted plenty lace) ears filled with a (buzzing sound juice flow
He was loving my brown) skin, oh he just got my tongue right there oh no
He really started to (smooch a lot my cooch was hot) it was (like a dream all
Types of cream) was inside my wet thing said boo we better go home smell of tall
Sex was in his ride, coo-chee juice made my (lace butter they were moving from one
Place to another) kissing (promote success but leaving smoke under my dress) no fun
(Complex cream as Sex is a means) for (gaining a desired end my coo-chee on fire it
Flaming and spins) probably I’m his girlfriend right now getting hot I admire a bit “
Sex have become quickly large and like NIKKI MINAGE he can see right through
Me how does he do that so stop!
 

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