Turn-On Poem by Lamar Cole

Turn-On



Her navel was a protruding mess.
But Thomas still thought that it was the best.
Licking it was such a turn-on.
It brought from his mouth lustful moans.
He finished squeezing her rump.
It was now time for the hump.

Saturday, July 4, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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