Valentine Gift - Poem by Lamar Cole
It was Valentine's Day and she was to be his gift.
But she told him that she had to work another shift.
This made him so sad.
And he became a little bit mad.
But she was a hardworking waitress.
And her body he wanted to undress.
He wanted to feel her big fine rump.
As he was getting his Valentine hump.
But this was not to be.
And he felt so horny.
So he watched some honies playing beach volleyball and drank some Bud.
And for the rest of the holiday, he enjoyed those suds.
But he made it up the next day.
They humped until the sweat poured every way.
Then they took a shower.
And then began humping again after sleeping for an hour.
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