Black Poetry : words written

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let love be the tool
we use as fuel
to front the upcoming corrupt duel
let me be your navy
cause it’s time you dip
your ladle in my gravy
outside the sun bright not hazy
don’t want to release the kraken/my crazy
but will do so to protect you
cause the rent is now due
and more than anything I adore you

 

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In his garden toil
grow love in Him soil
tend til it grow ripe
make sure it never spoil
remember he held me galore
at the front door
head pressed against his left breast
She sleeping peacefully at rest
cause his arms safe and secure
later Him gone get to hit the skins for sure
bodies close he feel her thing drip
his thing salute and then they trip
kisses flying around like blue jays
Him quotes turning her on in every way