his beats

his beats come up thru caramel wood

floors/ his beats slide &

slither into cracks of my walls

bass, treble tumble like water

bring wetness thru flamingo

pink satin 2 jeans

buttoned at the hips

unfasten me from being

anything but open

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Posted by tahminah zaman, m.f.a.

CLAUDIE MUTHA FUCCN said
December 27, 2007 at 4:55 pm
I LIKE “HIS BEATS” ITS SEXY…

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tinazaman said
January 7, 2008 at 9:21 am
of course u do nasty! thanks me 2

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