Humping Hound Poem by Lamar Cole

He was a different breed.
When it came to fulfilling his sensual needs.
He would roam the bars.
Trying to hump every pretty chick under the stars.

He was the ultimate humping hound.
It would be a shame if he ended up in the pound.
He felt like he would die.
If he was not able to satisfy his humping fire.

His humping flames always burned bright.
He could hump all through the night.
Humping made him feel free as a bird in flight.
To him this was so right.