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Garcelle Bouciaut Poem
I love it when he looks a me,
It makes me feel so free.
I love it when he stares,
It seems as though I am stuck in the glares.
I love it when he talks,
And especially when he walks.
He communicates with so much confidence,
And paces with self-assurance.
I love it when he smiles,
That alone will motivate me to run for miles.
I love it when he touches me,
It makes me want to be his one and only.
I love it when he's near,
He never allows any fear.
He is my mentor,
And also my protector.
I love it when we are together,
I always feel better.
I love it when we conversate,
Even doing just that will make me want to date.
I love it when we share our similarities,
Like when we sit at home and do pilaties.
But for right now, we need to keep our relationship professional,
Until that day I become legal.
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This world we live in constantly revolves around money.
But that doesn't mean we should walk the streets honey.
Just because what we need is coming in slow.
Doesn't mean we should put ourselves so low.
We are precious jewels that should be treated as such.
Not worthless mules that can be sold in a bunch.
WIthout us, men are nothing,
So obviously we make them something.
So ladies, hold your head up high,
Don't let a man knock it down once they walk on by.
We run our gift.
So just because they have money, don't let them lift.
What we have is priceless,
And if they running game with fat pockets,
They obviously brainless.
But when we are seen on the street corners,
They don't hesitate with their boners,
They are quick to choose
Quicker to make you feel like booze
Faster to leave your ass,
Back where you started, in **** class.
Ladies we are too good for that,
Our lives weren't meant for that path.
So what do we need to do?
We need to stop being blue.
Go back to school,
If you're still in, don't be a fool.
Having an education is the most important thing.
Don't let that pass you for a man and a ring.
Because after he gets some, you were just a fling.
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No puedo
Porque no entiendo.
Espanol es mas dificil
Pero todos se dicen es facil.
No pienso es la verdad,
Porque hay mas gentes en la ciudad,
Quien no pueden hablar
Pero los maestros ensenar.
Los estudiantes toman este clase,
Y despues de dos anos es bastante.
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Garcelle Bouciaut Poem
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I've got this man back home,
And I want to let it be known,
That he stays on my mind,
And I'll never leave him behind.
I'ts been a minute since I've seen my boo,
But I'm not too worried, because I'll see him in a few.
As the days and weeks turn into months that I can't be with him,
Yeah, of course I feel a little grim,
But our situation isn't all that terrible,
Even though at times it is unbearable.
He and I stay in contact,
Which helps us stay in tact.
But not from day to day,
We both have our paths that takes us our own way.
So until that day we've been longing for,
We'll decide on our next step for sure.
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Garcelle Bouciaut Poem
We never met,
But I'll surely bet
You'll make me wet.
We talk for hours,
It seems your the one I'm looking for.
You make me want to be your whore,
I'll even let you do me on the floor,
By the door or in a store.
I don't really care,
But if you dare
Look at another female,
I will make you become a she-male.
If you haven't noticed,
I don't play around with potentially good pick,
Especially if we watching a flick.
With your words,
I feels so damn sexy,
All I want is for you to come bite me.
I've told you how I like it,
So don't fight it,
'Cause that urge you have in those pants,
Isn't telling you to dance,
But telling you to prance....
Around Butt-Ass-Naked!!!
Hold up, Wait a Minute!!!
All this talk is getting me sad,
To the point I might just get mad,
But don't worry just yet,
I'll be glad when you put it in.
So Please, Don't let me keep beggin.
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Garcelle Bouciaut Poem
Living Life is a never ending Chore,
No matter what it will lead you to the Door,
of either Success or Failure.
But on the Upside, You pick your Path,
So use your Math
And anaylze the Options.
A wise person once said,
"All who act hastily end up Dead"
So Don't be another Statistic and
Go all out Ballistic
Without thinking of the consequences.
But please live your Life to the Fullest
Then you'll have Completed you Task,
The chance of a Lifetime to Unmask,
The Heart of your Labor,
Before your Neighbor,
The thing you Truly Seek,
And only then and only then
Will you be at your Peak.
All of your hard work didn't go to waste,
Because you were determined to chase.
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knew I was ready to be a wife.
But where is Mr. Right?
Is he hiding because I'm too UpTight?
I've been told my Expectations are Too High,
And it's Hard to let a man get By.
My wall is made of Brick and Stone,
Because so far, every guy just wants to Bone.
I don't have Time for that anymore,
All that Sex is beginng to Bore.
I want a Guy to Cherish Me,
And always Respect Me.
Is that too much To Ask?
'Cause I know, I'm worth the Task.
So I ask my self where do I Begin,
In order to Find him before I Give in.
The question comes about,
What kind of guy am I looking for without a doubt?
So here it is:
I need a man
That will always understand.
I want a man with compassion,
And plenty of nightly passion.
I need a man smart and good,
With a nice Long and Thick manHood.
I want a man to share Everything,
And wont have Flings.
I need a man who isn't afraid to Caress,
Especially while I Undress.
Is he out there?
SomeWhere?
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Grown men be looking at me.
But I can't figure out what they see.
Is it my young face,
And my small waist.
Is it my eyes
Or my thick as thighs.
Is it my smile
Or my sassy style.
Is it my lucious lips
That remind them of tulips.
Is it my curves
Because I know they constantly observe.
Or is it my Personatlity
That fits me so tightly.
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I am so freakin confused
But I am not amused.
I met this guy,
Thought he was fly,
One thing led to another,
We did the do,
And he ate me too.
It was whatever,
No complaints here,
But comes the day after.
Don't hear from him,
But heard from my ex Tim.
Called to talk about his glory,
But he's another story.
The anticipation of this phone call,
Is worst then loosing money at the mall,
Money can be earned back,
But him not calling, makes you feel like you were bad in the sack.
I'm a big girl,
Rejection won't make me hurl.
It's been two weeks,
And I've been sitting on my butt cheeks,
Waiting for that call,
That never came at all.
Then it hits me,
I'm free!
Why try a relationship so fast,
Knowing it won't last.
He and I go our seperate ways in a few,
So he can't be my boo.
So I guess it was for the best,
And I should let this go to rest,
After all,..............................
I just had my first One Night Stand.
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After longing to see you,
And after kissing you,
I felt sort of blue,
It's not that you don't attract me,
It's that I don't feel the chemistry.
On the phone we had so much fun,
But in person we almost had none.
After a little small talk,
We went for a walk,
You didn't waste time,
To get in mine,
You ate it so good,
You almost got me in the mood,
But something went down,
My satisfaction began to frown,
Why is this so?
I've been thinking,
And I still don't know.
I started to feel so sad,
But I noticed you didn't get mad,
I appreciated,
You didn't get aggravated,
'Cause if it was me,
I would be.
You're not like most guys,
You have another disguise.
I can't wait to get to know you better,
So you can get me wetter.
I know you can handle me,
But I just want to wait a little.
You know what I mean.
Next time, not so fast,
I want it to last,
And don't forget to give some affection,
Because that's a direct reflection,
Of how much you truly care,
For your princess bear.
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