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Better Than Soul Food
Better Than Soul Food
Baby you better than soul food.
Better yet its not even close love rule.
Recognition of true deep essence got me love full.
Filling me up with your menu of sex appeal.
And I'm hungry starving craving those ingredients.
As the aroma from the cooking signify intelligence.
Artificial additives are nonexistent in your flavor.
The embodiment of a woman made from scratch to devour and savor.
Cause you got soul sista evident and clear as day.
The way we make us feel that affectionate way.
So come closer now that dinners ready.
Replenish my lust with your erotic remedy.
Let me suck your candy yams of cinnamon nipples.
Get them excited and ripe from tongue ripples.
Now can I get a taste of your famous lips.
Dumplings of succulent supple ebony bliss.
Let me indulge on those neck bones of pleasure.
Fancy me some cornbread unlocking that golden treasure.
Sip and nip slowly for you have class and taste.
So good are your collared greens a mouthful is all it take.
For the butter to flow and my beef to seize.
All things associated to making your macaroni cheese.
Seems we a team on making that pot roast.
Cause the heat of our energy ignite bed posts.
For desert you take all my banana and make pudding in the womb.
No doubt about it baby you better than soul food.
By Kolin E.
Baby you better than soul food.
Better yet its not even close love rule.
Recognition of true deep essence got me love full.
Filling me up with your menu of sex appeal.
And I'm hungry starving craving those ingredients.
As the aroma from the cooking signify intelligence.
Artificial additives are nonexistent in your flavor.
The embodiment of a woman made from scratch to devour and savor.
Cause you got soul sista evident and clear as day.
The way we make us feel that affectionate way.
So come closer now that dinners ready.
Replenish my lust with your erotic remedy.
Let me suck your candy yams of cinnamon nipples.
Get them excited and ripe from tongue ripples.
Now can I get a taste of your famous lips.
Dumplings of succulent supple ebony bliss.
Let me indulge on those neck bones of pleasure.
Fancy me some cornbread unlocking that golden treasure.
Sip and nip slowly for you have class and taste.
So good are your collared greens a mouthful is all it take.
For the butter to flow and my beef to seize.
All things associated to making your macaroni cheese.
Seems we a team on making that pot roast.
Cause the heat of our energy ignite bed posts.
For desert you take all my banana and make pudding in the womb.
No doubt about it baby you better than soul food.
By Kolin E.
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