Rachel.
Single. Lovable. The Finest Woman N The Apartments Across The Street.
Heat Of Summer Has Done This: I Want H.E.R. Bad. H.E.R. Summer Wear Keeps Driving, The Lil' Bit She Leaves 2, My Imagination Wild.
Bold, Me, Has Already Made My Move.
Groove, I Now Do, N My Fly Nu Whip Checking H.E.R. Out. "Rachel."
Rachel.
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Author:
Broken Ankh (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 25th, 2022 00:47
- Comment from author about the poem: Another Kind Commentary On Common Love 'N Whatnot.
- Category: Love
- Views: 17
- User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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'Groove, I Now Do, N My Fly Nu Whip'
lmao!
across the road, but yeah
best greet her in your whip
let me pause to insta my image nation
this is what i foresee:
(squatting by your car
in the summer heat
paying a kid, for getting you
a change of shirt and water
every 5 mins
and eventually, when kid
is rich enough to outsource the work
to his bro's, she
oblivious
walks out...
you
change shirt, gulp down
your fears
jump into that leather seat
which immediately begins
frying your $ss, so bad
you no longer fear, hellfire..
and squirming from left
to right, sautéed cheek
you, drive around the block
just to pull up by her side
and call out, 'Ayo Rachel'
despairing, loud
only
she, used to catcalls
all day, long
from wannabees, in their rentals
has her ears blockaded
by trojan beats
loader, than any noise
trying to ensnare her
so with her, head down
completely ignores
your red raw, panting face
screaming your heart out
till
you pass out, crash
and
have the kids, roll you back home
at double the rate...)
dude, 'You've got Game!'
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
lol On Point Response: We Vibe Well: What A Pathway "Rachel" Has Found Elevated Life On. (As Long As I'm Keeping U Conscious, M'man.) Stay Up. *smile*
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