King Poem by Lamar Cole
King
While he was sleeping, he felt her slapping his rump.
And she said, wake up I'm ready to hump.
But he had been dreaming about making a slam dunk.
But she just wanted to hump her hunk.
So he said, sorry LeBron I have got to go.
I'm about to be the king of my wife's hump show.
Let me know the final score when the show’s done. Lol. I almost want to ask your age Mr. Cole. But the point is moot, poetry is you too. Like Forrest chasing Jenny cross country, and through history, Boys will be boys, few know what Love is, more know better lady lumps... I thoroughly enjoyed this. Made me chuckle, and still smiling. Thank you for that. Peace!
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5/8/2024 11:16:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
King of wife's hump.. Poor she