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Approachable

Men often find me very approachable. Is it the way I talk, the way I walk, or the swagger of my hips? Some day’s they diss me and other day’s they want to kiss my lips. But I tell you one thing I’m a beautiful black women and I won’t have it. I was raised in a strong house hold with many morals. Maybe they all better think twice before they approach. I have a slick tongue and a strong mind. They can search for years but a real woman they’ll never find. I’m a rare breed and one of a kind.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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