Roses are Red

Roses are red

The road of life

Some days pleasure

Other days strife

We ride the highway

Together or alone

To our destination

Completely unknown

A little luck

And a few good friends

Our trip will be pleasurable

Pay orgasmic dividends

Roses are red

A blah day

Good time to get

Together and play

Sit at my desk

Working from home

Difficult to concentrate

My thoughts roam

Thinking of us

On our sexy nights

Passionate kisses

And orgasmic delights

Roses are red

Paige doesn't say

Who among her friends

She'd like to play.

.

I am unnamed

And have concluded

I'm not specifically

Being excluded.

.

If you read

Between the lines

Perhaps she's fallen

For my designs

.

But no success

For this grand deceiver

I read between the lines

And I'm not there, either.

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Roses are red

'Tis give and take

Either in turn

Or sixty nine make

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No way to lose

With the ladies here

Sultry delights

Always appear

--

Glistening folds

Leak nectar sweet

As two kinds of lips

Sensually meet

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Roses are red

You've convinced me to stay

With the promise of sixty nine

So, betwixt your legs, I'll happily lick away

.

And if there should be

More than one who shows

Oh, lucky me! Form a nice long queue

Though discard those pointless clothes

.

there's always time

for one more go

so let's moan together

enjoying the afterglow

.

But this secret I hold

That if Heidi I should find

Bound, gagged and edged you'd be

Till you lose your sweet, filthy mind

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Roses are red

She is insatiable

Her appetite for sex

Is indefatigable

--

On top or on bottom

Or side by side

She give and receives pleasure

And will not be denied

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Sixty-nine? Yes

Or one at a time

Tongues and fingers busy

Creating delights sublime

--

Orgasmic heights climbed

To the pinnacle of joy

Spiraling in bliss

Ours to enjoy

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Roses are red

So are my cheeks

When I've thought

Of you these weeks

.

So lets set a date

With ice cream for two

No need for bowls

As long as there is you

.

Lay down on the table

My tongue to explore

Let's hope the ice cream

Falls to where I long for

.

Hungry lust sated

I'll turn over for you

Another scoop of ice cream

And my orgasm to ensue

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Roses are red

But can be pink

Like parted labia

When on the brink

--

Subtly glistening

From arousal's effect

Inviting a tongue

This dew to collect

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Long slow laps

From bottom to top

Each fold and crease

Screams "don't stop"

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Roses are red

Friends are dear

Been away too long

I’m back, don’t fear.

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Some memories make me smile

Some are too painful

No matter what

The experience, beautiful.

…

I’ll continue to visit

Even drop in a rhyme

After all, we just here

To have a good time.

🥰💋🥰

Roses are red,

The night is still young.

So let's get together,

To explore desires unsung.

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A bottle of wine to drink,

Another one to spin.

Our tongues interlinked,

As we revel in our sin.

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We'll go 'til sunrise,

No sleeping for you.

Lest you wake to nothing,

But my pussy in view.

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Roses are red

'Twixt her legs, pink

Hot and slippery

For fingers to sink

--

Into soft folds

As tongue finds clit

Shivers and trembles

I'll not quit

--

Until we reach

That ultimate bliss

And share an orgasm

With a deep kiss

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Roses are red, violets are blue. You are a rash, that will go away too.

Roses are red

Grass is green

Let's you and me

Do something obscene.

.

We'll nauseate

The whole world, doggonit

By eating a pizza

With pineapple on it.

roses are red,

my pitchfork is sharpened,

how dare you suggest that,

and think you'll be pardoned.

😜

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Roses are red

A passionate night

Enjoying each other

'Til broad morning light

--

Covers scrumbled

Some on the floor

As after each round

We return for more

--

One, then the other

Then at the same time

Fingers and tongues

Yield feelings divine

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Sight, touch, sound

And scent and taste

All senses engaged

Nothing to waste

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Orgasmic bliss

Reached again and again

Insatiable desire

Fueling within

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But, at last

We collapse together

Holding and cuddling

In the altogether

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Quote by naughtysarah28

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Roses are red

A pitchfork, you say

I'm quite sure

'Tis not used on hay

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