P-U-S-S-Y

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An old poem I wrote about the powers of the vagina...
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P-U-S-S-Y
It makes us stupid, huh
I wish it was a formula
But nothing’s free
Most of guys will agree with me
Y’all will say it’s a unicorn
Y’all will say it heals
It's difficult to conceal
The way that I feel
It’s also a meal.

P-U-S-S-Y
It confounds us, huh
It's also called the puh
And called many names
I love it when y’all hide it your way
Was that too cliche?
I’ll stop
Hypnotize me while that thing pop
Make that thing drop
Ooh, she freaky
She can’t be stopped

P-U-S-S-Y
What it feel like
I don’t know
I just seen a glimpse
Of a girl’s bush
That made me go limp
It damn sure wasn’t presidential
She thought hers was transcendental
Please
More like it should be confidential
She was a ho
And she knew it
And that was the moment that I realized
P-U-S-S-Y
Was a formula:
Wait until you’re ready for that curricula

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