Sashay Poem by Lamar Cole

Sashay



It must have been his good luck.
On looking at her fine butt he was stuck.
She was really sashaying that fine butt in the club.
He just wanted to give it a hand rub.
He planned on taking her home for the night.
And humping her just right.

Sunday, June 16, 2019
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