LATIANA

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    LATIANA

    Erotic, Exotic
    Saw her, called her
    She didn't come, wanted 2 diss her,
    She called me, closer I got
    Wanted 2 kiss her.
    I pushed up and asked her questions
    We sat down, lit the candle on the table
    I looked down on the glass and saw your reflection.
    Freaked her mentally, saw you had affection
    Should have seen her face
    When I asked, did she have panties on?
    And what positions you like sexing,
    That one kiss had me with an erection
    Knowing if you were checked 4 wetness, you wouldn't pass inspection.
    Mami, here's my number, holla when I'm the selection,
    Until then, I'll be masturbating, getting ready for our session

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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