Lustful Fiend Poem by Lamar Cole

Lustful Fiend



She thought that he was a lustful fiend.
Because he couldn't keep his hands off her.
When she was wearing her tight Wrangler Jeans.
Her butt he loved to touch.
In those jeans it looked so lush.
His horniness always came in a rush.

Thursday, July 4, 2019
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