In An Occupied Yahootech Space But Have Hot Fried Lace Like Chicken Wings Boys Be Licking My Thing Poem by ramaaa waassz

In an occupied yahoospace but have hot fried lace like chicken wings boys be licking my thing they

In an unoccupied space
but have hot fried lace
like chicken wings
boys be licking my thing
they say it's KFC and for deft of me
don't know
and won't go
in their car
aware of the bar
and the DJ
as he play
hit after hit
and git to master it,
a slow dance
usher in the romance
a chance in EBONICS for a girl to get tongued
on phonics and hung
oh my panties be wet a lot
and they get hot
my hydraulics scatter
but my breasts are solid matter
so they suck the