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    the letter

    Excuse me hope I'm not crossing the line
    But could i steal some minutes of your time
    Cuz your crazy sexy and hella fine
    I'm not gonna frunt you 2x's a dime
    Do you mind if we talk for awhile
    Cuz I like those eyes,but love your smile
    Really feeling your talk and admire your style
    You straight got your boy going wild
    Cuz it's like your always on my mind
    You know R-kelly's 12 play a lil bump-n-grind
    Sweat dripping off of bodies fingers interwind
    That G spot on you that I'm trying to find
    Oh excuse me if you thought that was rude
    But in my mind I keep seeing this interlude
    So x-rates you can't find it on u tube
    And now you probally like wassup with this dude
    Nah not tripping just speaking my thoughts
    I would mind you having me on lock like a fort
    We can be King & Queen and make our own royal court
    And I can't wait to see all that thickness in some shorts
    Fuck the bullshit what size do you wear?
    You makee a nigga wanna go out and buy your gear
    Get your nails done and do your hair
    And all of that off of one sexy ass stare
    I wanna like visit you at the crib
    You can druel on me I'll be the bib
    Treat me like your baby but you must get in the crib
    And if that girl hungry then I got sumthang for those ribs
    I wanna get sweet with it get mean with it
    Get dirty or get clean with it
    Definitely wont leave the team with it
    Cuz you too sexy for dat they just wanna split it
    The love we'd share would be call forbidden
    Cupid that snake now I'm once bitten
    I can really appriciate how that thong is fitting
    And maybe I can purr with that kitten

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    NayInLove commented on the letter

    02-12-2009

    sexy!

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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