Black Poetry : This is all real And like a small meal Need a burger and fries To merger with the skies On hunger as a UFO And that’s a deft flow In a rush for cake G

Her skirt up panties missing
He was still really kissing
Jump between her thighs
Dive into her cream pies
Oh the baby juice splashed
Sex hormones produce fast
Aw girl you got some good yellow
Stuff right here shake like jello
And he is that great fellow
Hitting the skins and going
Crazy, oh this flavor is flowing
And her lips are glowing
 

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Email me N2. dadvetnj704@gmail.com. This is Gypsyman... I am on here now as The Shadow Poet.. just made it back after many years. Hope u make it back and are blessed.
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