roses are red
violets are blue
these everyday things
don't compare to you.
roses are red
violets are blue
these everyday things
don't compare to you.
Roses are red
I have too much class
To spend my time thinking
Of Dee_licious's ass.
.
But if I did
I might like to kiss it
Or something invasive
(Without being explicit.)
Roses are red, violets are blue.
Words mean something, so I guess it's true.
--
Roses are red
She shyly advances
But her presence
Surely enhances
--
A gentle touch,
Perhaps a kiss,
A tentative embrace
Foretelling future bliss?
--
Roses are red
When the liquor is strong
I may put my hands
Where they don't belong.
.
On a night out with Heidi
From drink was insensible
And tried a few moves
That were quite indefensible.
.
But Heidi's a gamer
Rebuffed me with poise
Reminding me that
She's not one for the boys.
.
The tactical blunder
I think you'd concur
Was me getting drunk
Instead of her.
--
Roses are red
Rob's quest never ends
Though he wants Heidi
To be much more than friends
--
No benefits there
I'm forced to guess
And consequences dire
If a hand up her dress
--
So he can only envision
Ms Heidi undressed
And joust with windmills
In his endless quest
--
Roses are red
Rob dreaming again
Pissing me off
Talking insane
=
He wants me
To Write
He misses
The fight
Roses are red
Let's not fight
Heidi, my darling,
For just one night.
.
Not even one night
To be properly true.
An hour, tops,
Will probably do.
.
Roses are red
You are my way
I dream of you
All night and day
=
You are perfect
Size for me
For your service
I will even give a fee
=
Interested
Roses are red
Let's misbehave
For you, dear heart,
All fees are waived.
.
But I'd still accept
Small donations
If the experience exceeds
Your expectations.
.
Roses are red
The Brit’s a stud
He loves to play
With Heidi’s bud
For a fee
Rob will perform
His sexual style
A real art form
To Heidi’s charms
He is addicted
Her refusal was
To be predicted
Roses are red
Who would have thought
Edging could be
An Olympic sport?
.
It's being introduced
For Paris in July
The TV rights...
...NBC didn't buy.
.
It's the only event
So I've been told
Where you need to come last
To win the gold.
.
--
Roses are red
Soft, supple breasts
Voluptuous hips
Pleasure suggests
--
Nude bodies 'twined
Hands freely wander
Pleasure to both
No time to squander
--
A lustful haze
Engulfs and binds
As bodies react
Clouding our minds
--
With out thought
Magic places
Are gently explored
Intimate spaces
--
Tingles race
As fingers dance
Lips locked together
In ecstatic trance
--
Then a switch
And now tongues dance
Tasting the wonders
As desires advance
--
Glistening folds
And faces, too
Soft, wet sounds
From me and you
--
Then the tremors
So deep inside
Foretell the orgasms
We'll both ride
--
A changing taste
And a sudden clench
A rocketing release
The lust to quench
--
Spiraling back
In afterglow
A repeat will happen
We both know
--
Roses are red, violets are blue.
Hope to meet you someday, you rocked my world today.
--
Roses are red
I'll straddle your head
There in bed
Or somewhere else instead
--
Roses are red
Our kiss
Ignites a fire
Sexual bliss
Our kiss so sensual
Your nipples erect
Our mutual
Lust unchecked
This moment together
So intense
I’ve lost
All commonsense
This moment
Of sexual pleasure
I will truly
Always remember
---
Roses are red
The memory garden
Strolling there
Makes nipples harden
--
Remembering times
Of erotic utopia
Delights spilling from
A sexual cornucopia
--
Events recalled
With no regret
Yes - just checked:
Makes me wet
--
Roses are red
Rob gets a moon
From dear Heidi
On Sunday afternoon
How will he react
Will he sit and stare
At Heidi’s sexy bum
Bent over and bare
Or will he
“RISE” to the occasion
Just enjoying
This visual sensation
Heidi we know
Loves to tease
But Rob can’t touch
Even if he says “please”
Roses are red
Lyn talks of touches
As if Heidi would ever
Put her bum in my clutches.
.
She's not for showing
At least, not to me.
So think of the odds
That touching would be.
.
I have concluded
The reason for that
Is Heidi's rump
Is hirsute and fat.
.
It's easy to imagine
It's wobbly and hairy
As I've seen no evidence
To the contrary.
.
Lyn's on the other hand
I confidently surmise
Is soft and smooth
And just the right size.
Roses are red
Where is Heidi
And of course
Where is Dee
Enjoy your humor
And your wit
Now just please
Show me your tit
--
Roses are red
Your panties down
I'll soon have
And you won't frown
--
And the converse, too
My panties discarded
Leaving me there
Quite unguarded
--
Mutual ravishing
With tongues and fingers
Will surely produce
Memory which lingers
--
Roses are red
Heidi is great
roses are red would love to say hi heidi I hope your day goes swell.
Roses are red, violets are blue.
You have faded, the embers are dying too.
Roses are red
Violets are blue.
It’s been too long
Since I’ve kissed you.
His GODDESS 💋💋💋💋💋💋
Every second of every day. 💕💝
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Roses are red
The mornings are warm
The breeze is gentle
'Gainst my naked form
--
As onto the deck
I softly tread
Robe cast off
Clad not in a thread
--
(Well, slippers I keep
Admit I do
After a stone
Once turned my toe blue)
--
The Zephyr's kiss
O'er nipples erect
Gives just the thrill
That you'd expect
--
Sitting down
Upon the chair
Feeling a stir
In landing strip hair
--
A coolness - just there!
As legs drift apart
Upon moist folds
More thrills impart
--
Taking a moment
And sliding a finger
Bottom to top
Letting it linger
--
A tingling nub
Responding to touch
Jolt follows jolt
Enjoying so much!
--
Though darkness cloaks
Sounds might convey
Ecstasies reached
Too far away!
--
So stifling moans
As tension expands
Stroking fast
Sating demands
--
Until quite soon
Orgasm explodes
With shakes and shivers
Cast erotic odes
--
Coasting back
Muscles unwind
Girl goo leaks
A bit unconfined
--
The sky now shows
An Eastern glow
So the time is now
Back inside to go!
--
Roses are red, violets are blue. The chapter is ended, so so long you.
Raised welts are red, bruises are blue. Both sting when I walk, they remind me of you.
Quote by lynnwitt
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Roses are red
The mornings are warm
The breeze is gentle
'Gainst my naked form
--
As onto the deck
I softly tread
Robe cast off
Clad not in a thread
--
Beautifully written Lynn xx