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What That Mouth Do?
She graduated with honors
While dodging being treated as a statistic
She was a pretty young girl
They were always trying to get the digits
Her body had subtle curves
But her biggest blessing (and curse)
Was this:
“Damn, you got some nice lips!”
She said while confidently sashaying her hips
“Damn, she got some DSLs!”
A boy said
While watching her put lipgloss on herself
Little did one know, she was listening
While those thick lips were glistening
She knew just what to do.
She opened a lollipop
Her tongue and lips rimmed the top…
And like clockwork.
The one thing you should not say:
“Hey, girl, how are you?
I wanted to ask, what that mouth do?”
She wanted to slap him into next Monday
But she didn’t.
She bit into said lollipop and said…
“Chew.”
While dodging being treated as a statistic
She was a pretty young girl
They were always trying to get the digits
Her body had subtle curves
But her biggest blessing (and curse)
Was this:
“Damn, you got some nice lips!”
She said while confidently sashaying her hips
“Damn, she got some DSLs!”
A boy said
While watching her put lipgloss on herself
Little did one know, she was listening
While those thick lips were glistening
She knew just what to do.
She opened a lollipop
Her tongue and lips rimmed the top…
And like clockwork.
The one thing you should not say:
“Hey, girl, how are you?
I wanted to ask, what that mouth do?”
She wanted to slap him into next Monday
But she didn’t.
She bit into said lollipop and said…
“Chew.”
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