Groupie Gold
By Abba "Black Publisher" Onyeani
I met her backstage with the crew,
Eyes like chinky, wet hair from sweat.
The skin was dark, like a hersheys bar
I could take her to the bathroom..but naaa..
She deserved more..this groupie was like gold
The back was a treasure, I scanned the goods.
She took a look at my brain, and swallowed my knowledge.
I shook with excitement from groupie class.
The bus was packed with the crew,
I checked for my vip seat in the back.
"Where do you want me daddy" she asked..
"Right here", my hads gave her a seat.
Back to the hotel, her smell was sensual
A joy that her honey was gold.
My long night..my phone buzzed..morning time,
Groupie gold left me a rose, funny she caught that.
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