Motherlode Poem by Lamar Cole

Motherlode



Harry was a man so weak.
He loved to kiss his girlfriend's stinky feet.
He loved to suck her toejam toes.
To him they smelled like a rose.
He thought that he had hit the motherlode.
Her stinky feet always put him in a lustful humping mode.

Thursday, April 16, 2020
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