Rotation Poem by Lamar Cole

Rotation



She was a beautiful sensual creation.
And she loved having many men but in rotation.
She loved having a different one every day of the week.
She couldn't seem to reach her humping peak.
She was as hot as they come.
She would have the guys screaming in ecstasy until the early morn.

Monday, October 22, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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