Erotique Noire

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by Dowanna!

Sex is poetry is it not?
And yes, I do like sex a lot
And no, it doesn't have my full day's attention
I have a job I do well, I failed to mention
But when the day is waning late
And I've lost all hope of gettin' a date
I don't fall into a state of gloom
I just go into my poetic room
And though I sit there all alone
I'm satisfied now to write a poem.

aka Sandra Simmons

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