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Is a form of urban poetry which is characterized by its use of slang and/or use of language that is traditionally used by oppressed people or small groups;

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Thursday, March 10, 2011

Sex with a classmate?

it was a friday night, my buddies and i were celebrating the last day of exams, as i took a sip i felt a vibration on my hip, a text message, "message received, my phone spoke to me,"it was a text from this girl in our class, i wonder what she had to say, she was a classmate who had been eyein me since the first day, i knew she had a man and i know she's been dropping hints for awhile, so i read the message to see what it is about, hey chris its erin whatsup, what are you doing tonite,KABLAM, like an open goal, its an easy score, i said nothing much just hanging out with vic and such, what about you, what you up to, nothing much my mans out for the week, so i guess ill be playing the home alone geek, i said, ahh don't tell me your home alone, i said you should have came out with us then you wouldn't be hot and bored at home, she said,, yea its a bit too late plus i don't like drinking and driving, its dangerous you know, i replied with a simple OK, letting her bite the bate, i know she wants me to come over and consummate but i gotta let her push for the date, she replied 5 minutes late saying, hey chris you know i still have your calculator, remember, i said, oh yea i remember, i said don't worry you can keep it, its just a calc i got many more at home, plus i dont know where you live, it'll be a long drive for me, plus im a bit tipsy, ahh chris, you're too nice, don't worry you dont have to leave you can stay over a bit, oh yea my fridge is broken, you are good with your hands so maybe you could give ME.. oh i meant it a quick fix, i've seen you with your hands you're really good with your hands, i said you said i was good with my hands twice, what are you trying to say, she said, i meant nothing, so come over at 12 ok?, ok send me your address and ill be there as soon as i can, "knock knock" im at her doorstep, she opens the door wearing nothing but her corset, lingerie hanging and tight breast cavity, oooh shit what a sight to see, shit damn im tipsy, so i said, why are you wearing just your lingerie, she said its hot and i was just keeping cold, i said its cold outside, minus 10 below, ok i said never mind, where is the calculator, the night is getting old, i better go, she said come in, its in the bedroom, she whispered devilishly, next to the vibrator, i said what, she said nothing its in the bed room go get it, oh before you get it, can you take a look at the fridge for a minute, i said ok, ill take a look at and ill see what is wrong with it, ok chris, you can't go until you fix it, i tell her to grab the calc, as soon as i bother with the fridge, i hear a scream, slip, i shout, are you alright erin, chris i fell, i don't know where i am, come get me, i rushed in the room, i walk in, its dark, i said where are you, the lights quickly turned on, to my surprise, something fell alright, her clothes, oh my, kinky, she looks at me dirty, places her red panty on the lamp, room turned dim red, like a snake coils and lays on her bed, my eyes open my heart pounds, she does the come here gesture with her index finger, i come closer, i said what are you doing, starts unbuttoning, she whispers, you know what im doing... rough red neck, triple X sex while laying on the bed edge, breaking backs and necks, splitting spines, pounding that gushy gushy in supine, laying there lying sweaty sin steaming inside, bite marks, scratches, lighting that lustful flame like matches...

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