Conquest of a Mocha Girl
You didn't love me
You saw my pretty black face
Thick thighs
Slim waist
Thick curly hair
From then on you were set
Set on the idea of conquering me
Mind
Body
Soul
You didn’t love me
You loved the things I could buy
The doors I could open
You whispered in my ear the things any girl wants to hear
Propelling you towards your goal of conquering
No matter how many times you said it
How many times I actually believed it
You never loved me
But lust
Now dear that’s a different story
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