Roses are Red

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Roses are red

Sarah's no noob

She's quite a pro

Using her boob

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Well, not just one

But the pair, intact

Heidi told me

And that's a fact

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Roses are red

Quite warm this morning

3AM found

75 quite warming

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But, you know

What that means

I wander out

And not in jeans

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In the predawn

Gentle breezes discover

Parts which usually

Are quite undercover

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Roses are red

I'd like a lot

To lick a selection

Of ladies so hot

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Comparing tastes

Within the collection

Would be divine

When done with affection

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Then after completing

The circuit (maybe twice)

It'd by MY turn

(To be licked, being precise)

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Tongues tickling and probing

Giving shivers and shakes

'Til orgasms explode

Whatever it takes

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Roses are red
On the hill, I'll tell.
A dark tale to remember;
The mystery to dispel.
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For the villagers do speak
In hushed tones of fear
About those hunting sounds
That at night rings clear.
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Some say it's a banshee.
Fools say it's imagination.
But I'll reveal the truth,
And end false accusations.
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For with my own eyes I saw
Where those noises do spawn
Upon the hill lies a cave,
And within a scene was drawn.
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But before I reveal
A question I ask of thee
When did we last read,
A poem from Dasiy or Dee?
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This question perplexed me.
Were they simply busy,
Or doing something else
That left them both a lil' bit dizzy?
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For what I witnessed in that cave
Were two sirens of beauty
Arguing whose turn it was
To have a cane across the booty
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For hours and hours
They spanked and they bit.
Ravaging each other
And suckling the tit.
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From within the cave did roar
Enviable orgasms, not a few
No wonder they haven't written;
They are too busy having a screw.
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Love you both, but get your butts writing
xoxo

Roses are red

I'll be giving 'what for'

To Lynnwitt and Heidi

In the cave next door

,

And after dark

I might be seen

Going exploring

Up Sarah's ravine.

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Oh no my mistake

It's night time OK

But it's only REM sleep

And a dreamtime play

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Roses and red, violets are blue.

Bored outta my mind, eat me out maybe?

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Roses are red

Munch on a snack

'Twixt legs spread

There in the sack

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Roses are red

If we are Sharing

I have a story of a

Dream dou, for paring

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I see out the window

Almost every night

Of shadowy nude figures

Danceing from shadows to light

..

One chasing the other

With hook and rope

To run around nude they must have

Smoked some real strong dope

..

But I digress with theories

I puratainly wonder why

Till a flash of silver

Invades between them and sky

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I hear one scream

As tells her to hush

No need to wake the angel

Sarah, no need to rush

..

Now I know one and have

She is always in heat

Now all makes sense

The hook and the peice of meat

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The farther in it was pushed

The more she would moan

Until one final shove

Followed by a growl like groan

..

One figure standing up strait

On wide stance toes

The other chuckles rubbing wet nub

To trembling wet throes

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Taken in public

What a wild sceen

Making her shutter

Tonigiht Zoe is her Queen

Roses are red

You filthy little slut

Watching me from afar

Heart consumed with smut.

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I remember that night well

When I cried out shamelessly

Begging for more, 'tis true. But that night-

Your moans had followed just as hastily.

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Roses are red

Arterial bright

Or dark, too

As venous night

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Shared in secret

A Vampyre's Pact

Erotic release

Mystic impact

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Angel or Demon

The veil shimmers

Cloaking shadows

Passing glimmers

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Who or What

An open question

Perhaps chosen

By fleeing suggestion

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The die is cast

Selection done

Acts, Sapphic

Are now begun

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Roses are red

Sarah sucked cock for gold

Some say, no but that is

What I was told

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Quote by heidi

Roses are red

Sarah sucked cock for gold

Some say, no but that is

What I was told

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Such slanderous claims! Lol

Roses are red

Oh dear oh dear

I spent all my gold

On pizza and beer.

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Seemed fine to this poet

But he did no know he

Could have paid Sarah

For a lesbian blowy.

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That's an investment

Tour-de-force

Now all I have

Is buyer's remorse.

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I must refill

My piggy bank

Before paying Sarah

To moisten my crank.

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Oh tell me, dear

NaughtySarah28,

What's the going

Blow-job rate?

Roses are red

I laugh so hard

Waiting for Rob

To play the blowjob card

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Quote by dlcalguy

Seemed fine to this poet

But he did no know he

Could have paid Sarah

For a lesbian blowy.

no : not

Unless it's a Scottish thing. A Scottish thing under the kilt?

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Roses are red

I'm not alone

Thinking the cock sucked

Was pure silicone

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Perhaps moistened

With a bit of girl goo

From the source collected

Not THAT'S not !

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Roses are red
The cock which I like
Is Coq au Vin; preferably off the belly
Of another sexy dike

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But thanks for reminding me
That I had another tale
Of Heidi humping a tree
and giving off a big ol' wail

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At the next girl-pile meeting
We will decide thy fate
Perhaps Lynn will tie you up
For Rob on a plate?

Roses are red

Write poetry they said

But all my risqué words

Are best heard in bed

Roses are red

To our little home

We welcome Rebecca

On these pages to rome

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You will meet Rob

Pretty soon I will bet

As well as Lynn who

Does not need rain to stay wet

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We also have

Our own mod

To keep Rob in line

There is Vee (The bod)

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Dee and Dasiy

Need a kick in the rear

Over sexed Sarah is

Always in here

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So a warm hug for you

You fit in well with this group

your words printed here

Make you a ring in this loop

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Roses are red

Echoing Sweet Heidi

Welcome, Rebecca

To our spot, tidy

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Well, "tidy" sometimes

But if The Girl Pile

Gets full underway

Then UNtidy's the style

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No matter your taste

'Tis welcome here

Oh, and Rob will likely

Ask to see your rear

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Roses are red

Okay I see our style

But Lynn has wings

and I , that winning smile.

Roses are red
The Pile yet grows
With Rebecca now here
Inhibitions to dispose

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I have my rope ready
And for her am waiting
To bind wrists and ankles
Our lust ne'er abating

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With so many now
A new game I'll show
Called, Who's pussy is that
Only tongue can know

Roses are red

Yes it's true

This is flourishing

Into something knew

Welcome back Becca

It's even better with you

Roses are red

Is this Pile zany or shady

Or like Austin Powers

It’s just shag Pile baby

Mairzy doats and Dasiy doats

Her friendly rhymes not a foe

Forget the liddle lamzy divey

She’s sings for a thick Doe

Shibari Sarah gonna pile in

She’s just tied up right now

Fetish words quickly drafted

A Doe has furrows to plough

Heidi cuts down trees

Apparently Canadian humour

Wednesdays she goes shopping

A thicker Doe is the rumour

Dee’s too busy to be here

Doe a deer, a female deer

Knows that’s a pile of manure

It's a post Feeldoe quiet you hear

Roses are red

Once again return

Seems I have

Time to burn

Is Rob a knob?

Of course, I jest

A sweet guy

So say the rest

And what of Heidi?

Does she swing by

I miss our chats

I say with a sigh

So what is my penance

For being away

Is there anything at all

That I can say

Roses are red

Paige, dear heart,

What can you say?

Where do I start?

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The same words I've sought

Since my adolescence:

Any that indicate

Acquiesce.

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I'm suddenly deaf

But my guess is

The girls ears are filled

With all your yeses.

Roses are red
The pile grows more
Yet rob remains excluded
Listening from the door

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Daydreams of parties
Filling my mind
Tempting me to sin
Caught in a lustful bind

Roses are red

My heart smiles as I say

Looking around at new and old

Winter is over, time to play

Roses are red

A down under debut

Here winter is coming

So are you and you

Roses are red

Men call their balls blue

As they pray for release

All over you

Roses are red

Insonmia's a bitch

Maybe this vibe

Can scratch a growing itch