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Annie......

Annie...............?

…...she don't wear no panties?

and you know this “ma'an”

her little denim jacket
barely meets her waist
resting my hands on her hips
whilst I inhale
the smile from her Imani face

brown coffee (no sugar, no cream)
so hot
my digable planets hittin' that freaky, azz spot

“making her dance inside.....”

she don't wear no panties
(and this brother got those “happy hands”)
my clear and present fancy

I can feel the “heat”
and just like magic
LIFT OFF!
straight up, off her feet
stranin' down upon her tippy-toes
dick finger (beatin' up that pussy meat)
inside and out of her he
goes.....
….the man with the happy hands trembling in the throes of xstasy
(wet, happy hands)

and Annie?

(…....she don't wear no panties) DAMN!