Lurk Poem by Lamar Cole
Lurk
Rating: ★5.0
He comes through the door.
The lights are low.
Her robe drops to the floor.
Her breasts are perk.
His desires peak where the lust lurk.
The taste of her lips is so sweet.
Her hot passion makes his body weak.
Monday, November 13, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: passion
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