LaSonja. I Only Know She's 2 Good Looking. She's A Cashier @ The Corner Store. Etched, Permanently, N My Mind Is The Name On Her Nameplate: LaSonja.
LaSonja: Exotic & Urban. Lord, The Feelings & Whatnot Her Name Stirs Up N Me When I Think On Her 2 Much.
Search, @ End: I've Found Her, But I Can't Have Her. My Acute Senses, Over Such Matters, Tell Me So.
Hello, She'll Give That's Laced With Hurry Up & Go. My Shrug. Lord, I Want 2 Give Her A Hug.
Huge Breasts, Perfect White Girl Rear, & Luscious Lips. She Could B The Sweetest Sweetheart I've Ever Seen.
Soon, I'll B Back N The Store, All Yours...Ms.:LaSonja.
- Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym)
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: April 18th, 2023 14:00
- Limit: 15 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: Drip On Down With Me, Fearless Artisans.
- Category: Love
- Views: 2
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