The Virus: Grind Poem by Lamar Cole

The Virus: Grind



After they had finished drinking red wine.
He told his girlfriend that he wanted to grind.
She told him that humping him would be a risk.
And this made him so pissed.
He was getting hornier by the hour.
She made him go home and take a cold shower.

Sunday, April 5, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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