Roses are Red

Roses are red

Heidi is nice

I'd give her a kiss

Without thinking twice

.

And while we were kissing

I'd fondle her tits

It's normal behavior

For amorous Brits.

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My gentle rubs

And breath on her neck

Soon will have Heidi

A quivering wreck

.

It's against her nature

But she can't resist

Which leaves darling Heidi

Aroused, and yet, pissed.

.

Now nubile nurse

Is between the sheets

My fingers unfolding

Her labial pleats.

.

Clitoris caught

Between finger and thumb

Encouraging sounds

When she starts to hum.

.

Foreplay continues

Until Heidi cries

"Oh Robert, you charmer

You're not like other guys."

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My hands cup the cheeks

Of her sweet behind.

"Do me," she urges.

"Before I change my mind."

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Rampant rumpy-pumpy

Quickly commences

Before mon amour

Can come to her senses.

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I don't know

About 'joy to the world'

But I am ecstatic

To lie with this girl.

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Now, there are things

I probably missed

But so far, Dear Santa,

That's my whole Christmas list.

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Roses are red

Rob's imagination

Will never find

Reconciliation

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Roses are red

Lynn, lithe and slender.

Into a pretzel

I would bend her.

.

Not for sexual

Gratification...

Just to deter

Expostulation.

.

But once her cock-blocking

Came to a halt

I'd probably lick off

All the salt.

Roses are red

Lynn is a true friend

Knowing who

She need to defend

--

She knows when

Her help I need

To redirect Robs

Endless horny feed

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Roses are red

Rob's desires soar

But, like Icarus

Crash to the floor

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And a slight salty tang

Where I just checked

Precisely the thing

That one would expect

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Roses are red

Speaking of tang

Remember that game

Of The Girl Pile gang?

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Who am I tasting?

Flavors do vary

So to be sure

I think I'll tarry!

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Roses are red, violets are blue. I am bored.

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Roses are red

Dancing with Heidi and Sarah

Will put a run

In your mascara!

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Roses are red,

So's Rudolph's nose.

So is my arse in the snow,

Without clothes.

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Roses are red

The New Year awaits

Step boldly forth

Into its fates

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Roses are red
Time to reflect
For the new year
Flaws to correct

Perhaps for me
Chaste I must be
My lust to restrain
No more dreaming of dee

So many things
I could do then
If I spent less time
Cumming again and again

But fuck all that
It takes too much restraint
And I much prefer sin
Than the life of a saint

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Roses are red

Auld Lang Syne

We'll in the New Year

Have trysts divine!

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Roses are red

A new year starts

Will it be better

Hopefully some parts