Roses are Red

Roses are red

Just adding some spice

To a colum that thinks

I am nice

Roses are red
A shameful plug I leave
Of Christmas stories of sin
That you may lust receive

For two are special guests therein
In story but also my heart
So Heidi and Dee, you sexy two
Let our celebrations start

And come the new year
We'll make memories afresh
With friends old and new
Then join the girl pile of sexy flesh

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So I entered my first writing contest here (well, first anywhere really). I hope you get a chance to read it. x
https://www.lushstories.com/stories/flash-erotica/silent-night-unholy-night

Roses are red

For immorality

You'll find 'shameful plugs'

Are Dee's speciality.

.

Roses are red

Sarah is very proud

Of this story

I hope you draw a crowd

Roses are red, violets are blue.

Dont want to rhyme, cuz you dont read it too

Roses are red
Upon that old field
Where we once walked
Our love first revealed

In distant years to come
When we dare look back
Through the corridor of time
Would our love begin to crack?

Did I perhaps fail to say
As I have been known to do
The unfathomable truth
For fear, I might lose you

Now at journey's end
I'm troubled with shame.
And upon the sapphire above
I'll take my rightful blame.

But if I am granted
Just one merciful day
I'll be sure to say it all
and never more downplay

For nothing in this world
whether riches, glory or fame
Mean a single damn thing
If blessed love has no claim.

Quote by naughtysarah28

Very lovely!

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Roses are red

I'm just idling by

One of these days

I'll again let fly

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Roses are red
Naughty Sarah
Is not renowned
As a panty-wearer
.
She will dance
A wild fandango
And you'll see
She's gone commando.
.
At Christmas she's
A wanton flirt
And dangles Mistletoe
Under her skirt.
.
But she rebuffs
This guy's ambition
So this is all
Mere supposition.

roses are red
I tried to keep quiet.
And not reveal your secret
For I didn't want to cause a riot.

But Rob, you've left me no choice.
So I must tell all what ye have done.
There's a reason why innocent ol' me
Must panties this winter shun

For you've crept into my drawers.
In the dead of the night
And stolen my frilly delicates
In my suffering you do delight.

Now, I say not this to kink-shame 
For whether you desire to sniff or wear them
We shall not judge or cast ye out.
But perhaps those who see this may yet condemn

No one need fret the authenticity,
Or demand that I show them proof.
For all I said is under oath,
And my story is waterproof.

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He also keeps being mean in pms, so I think everyone should gang up on him - not in the way that he probably enjoy though. 😇

Roses are red
When the candlelight flickers
Sarah sees me
And needs waterproof knickers.
.
It's true I stole
Her frilly unmentionables
My thirst is sadly
Quite unquenchionable.

Quote by dlcalguy

Accepting you have a problem is the first step to recovery :P

Roses are red
The threats keep coming
But you'll soon be outnumbered
And hubris be your shortcoming

😜

Roses are red

PMing people is his way

If not here

Maybe there they will sway

--

For many years

He has work all hi tricks

Hoping next year

The right potion mix

--

In Our deffence

He looks for a crack

Maybe a new angle

For him to attack

--

At Least with him

There is no threat

Because what you see

Is what you get

Roses are red
Alas and alack
I've never seen
Heidi's crack.

Roses are red

A crack he might like

But all he gets told

Is to be on his bike.

--

Roses are red

The Girl Pile awaits

But Rob cannot pass

The frilly gates

--

But inside 'tis nice

All comfy and warm

No clothes allowed

For acts to perform

--

Roses are red
With all this talk of Heidi's crack
I'm finding it hard to concentrate
And I fear I may have a cardiac

So to Lynn and her girl pile, I go
To clear my head of lustful desire
The wisest of wise choices, I thought
Till I remembered what acts she'd require

Roses are red

Like Rob dreams of me

I dream of a female

Lets call her Vee

--

Roses are red

Vee IS quite a tease

Someday, perhaps

I'll be between her knees

--

Now Sarah

Don't you fret

The Girl Pile's acts

Are the best yet!

--

Then we have

Whippersnapper Heidi

Rob laments:

"Untouchable!", cried he

--

A warm soft tangle

Of naked female forms

The Girl Pile quakes

With pleasure which transforms

--

Roses are red

So is the blood we bleed

For no one cares

As they are attuned to themselves

All the dumb-fooled hearts

Silly words we breathe into existence to fit in

Desensitized to all the madness that brews behind Roses

Flowing curtains of endless words to nowhere

But maybe a smile

Just maybe

--

Roses are red

All happy here

Safe and comfy

And of good cheer!

--

--

Roses are red

Two ladies, nude

Cuddled in bed

Quite "in the mood"

--

Hands flow gently

And with no restraint

O're curves and crevasses

Causing no complaint

--

Shivers of pleasure

As kisses are shared

No better delights

To this compared

--

Pert nipples kissed

and gently twirled

Fingers 'twixt legs

Into moist heat curled

--

Giving and getting

An ecstatic duet

Pleasure soaring

With no regret

--

Minutes or hours

Time just slips by

As spiraling desire

Is in no short supply

--

Until the edge

In orgasmic release

Is crossed in a whirlwind

Of joy without cease

--

Then drifting down

To a soft afterglow

A golden aura

(But we're wet below)

--

Roses are red
The night's still young
So let's start the party
With Merry Christmas sung

--

Roses are red

A party for two

As we sit near the fire

Just me and you

--

Its ruddy glow

And radiant heat

Caress bare skin

As our lips meet

--

Passionate kisses

Inspire wand'ring hands

As legs drift apart

As if on commands

--

Then quickly turning

To a tight sixty nine

My face in your pussy

And yours in mine

--

The crackle of flames

Mixes with wet moans

As multiple orgasms

Ripple right to our bones

--

Noisily lapping

Each other with lust

And following that

With fingers deep thrust

--

Sparks from the fire

Match sparks from within

As we're lost

In orgasmic spin

--

At last sated

Collapsing to cuddle

It's just surprising

On the floor there's no puddle!

--

Rose are red

Then I jump in

A fart cushon in hand

For the party to begin

--

What is first songs

Or Christmas stories

Or perhaps both

Songs of past Christmas glories

--

How about a

Grinch nammed Rob

Alwats trying

Our virtue to sod.

--

Maybe a game

Like guess how many

Ropes Sarah has with her

Closes gets a this luckypenny

--

or How Many

Days since Dee's

Last post here

A favorite I hear over seas

Roses are red
A Grinch, saucy miss?
I'd never steal Christmas...

Just a kiss.

--

Roses are red

Ice-cold toes in the snow

Mr Grinch ponders

Whoville below

--

A raid to steal

Toys and food

Thus we find

HIS Christmas mood

--

But then again

"He sees you when you're sleeping

He knows when you're awake" !?

Sounds like a Tom Peeping!

--

Maybe we've not noticed

And have been a bit blind

Perhaps they are one

Grinch and Santa combined!

--

Roses are red
The presents are wrapped
With bows around each
Celebration untapped

But what's under the tree
That is given for all
Wriggling and gagged
To serve till nightfall

Alas the sun rises
And from dream I awake
Panting and blushing
With that delicious old ache

Roses are red
and poinsettia too
But the party is boring
and I've hid in the loo

That's where she found me
asleep in the tub
And woke me from dreaming
with her soft elfin rub

She assured me my night
would end up in joy
by tasting the pleasure
of her candy cane toy.

When next I awoke
I heard laughing and cheers
And people outside crying
Have a Happy New Years!