Poems from juelz98
He is on his way to the Southside where open legs and rosy pink pussy lips are craving his girth.
and then an hours time some girl...
As i glance at your cacao brown leather bound mahogany skin
i sigh
I breathe in
I breathe out
and i jog along the corners of my wispy mind...
"From the mud comes feet. To white castles they trod. Hands press dough. They pound it. They sprinkle flour on top and knead it in deep...
Poor Poor Alita from Chickapee Street.
Poor Alita with all the babies
the infants that cling to her bright earrings and yammer and cry...
"She dirty"
"She low."
"she got that nasty woman's diease."
"And wouldja look at that lump under her dress. She flounce round like she...