Bountiful Delight Poem by Lamar Cole

Bountiful Delight



Her big fine rump was a bountiful delight.
Looking at it made his day go just right.
It felt good to the touch.
He loved squeezing it so much.
From other guys it caught the eye.
It was juicy as a watermelon that is why.

Monday, March 11, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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