Saturday, October 10, 2015

Pirate's Booty

Booty so good, it’s a bit hood,
dark meat gave
a new meaning to Tales from the Hood

Aged white cheddar, booty climbs a stair-stepper,
Gauged love letters went deep like Moss from Culpepper.
I knew I was in trouble when I met-her, treasure was a-pleasure,
but Peta was on her ass - she had lingerie made from silk-feathers.

she’s fly
and fit.
Patch on her ass,
and not her eye.

Birth controlled,
no worries when passion
gets on a roll, postponing telling stories old,
no calling baby daddies, so she’s putting children on hold.

Her love was a hotspot, so I thought, I’d better tether-her,
then she became cold and left with her weathered-fur.


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