Roses are red
As you lay on your bed
Do you not feel the tug of temptation?
Even if you are "pure"
You can never be sure
For it's part of a girls education.
If those petals have been parted
Then it seems that you have started
But perhaps you took a wrong turn on the way
Throw away your toys mechanical
Let me show you things organical
You'll enjoy those special games that we can play.
Roses are red
And it would be a coup
For a glimpse, be it brief,
Of your breast
Whilst to fondle such beauty
Might bring some relief
I would hope you'd surrender the rest.
Thoughts of you in some tower
Standing nude by the window
Sadly doesn't impress me at all
Apart from the chance that you might catch a cold
There is also a chance that you'd fall.
Take a break from your old habits
Time to try a different way
We might go at it like rabbits
There's so many ways to play.
Sweet Molly likes gentle flirtation
Which leads often to much cunctation
Often she'd dally
Whilst trying to keep tally
Roses are red
And the lady doth protest
She still maintains her innocence
With hands clutched to her breast
Her smile beguiling, who could doubt
Or think of being rude
By suggesting that she's guilty
Of such inexactitude?
And now she moves from bustles
And seeks to clad herself in tin
Though secretly perhaps,
She'd like to let those lances in.
Come now sweet Lynne, and face the facts,
No more the innocent maid,
It's time to stop pretending
And it's time that you got laid!
A widow in old Napa Valley
Had too many men to tally
Though she couldn't keep score
Roses are red
Sweet Lynn claims to be pure
I must question her claim
Whilst I offer a cure
Her claim sounds quite Victorian
It's time to make things hustle
Come on now Lynn and share with us
What lies beneath your bustle.
Roses are red
Lynn peeps over her fan?
Could it be that sweet Lynn
Has developed a plan?
Is she thinking of trying
A little seduction?
Is it total surrender
Or a touch of just suction?
It seems her attention
Is focussed on lances
So come now sweet Lynn
We want more than shy glances.
A lissome li'l lovely from Lorraine
Was caught having sex on a train
When approached by the guard
Roses are red
I've been spending my time
Just smelling those roses
And enjoying the wine.
In my absence it seems
We have found erudition
Though the syntax at times
Could have raised some suspicion
Has Lynn softened perhaps?
Do we men stand a chance?
Why else would she ask
If I'd polished my...…lance?
With his pole he would also dip
Into a woman he'd slip
But so very briefly
And always discreetly
YOU
You obviously understand.
Should we on a schedule have sex
Just to remember who's next
Quite a difficulty task
Soon enough, as far as I am concerned.
It will be my pleasure Gina. Spank!
A submissive young girl that I know
Finding her way in Chicago
Proffered her wares
Devoid of all cares
Granted -but it's 3.15am and you still can't get to sleep.
I wish it would rain!
A flat chested girl known as Mabel
Went strolling dressed just in sable
When asked about it
She was forced to admit
There once was a girl that played on Lush
Wrote things to make other girls blush
A task not that easy
But wrote nothing too sleazy
Lynn's incredible sex appeal
Makes clear that she the real deal
Though she appears frightening
Her hands move like lightning
But her real skill I just can't reveal
There was a carpenter name of Brad
Who's workmanship was pretty sad
But as bad as his work was
He'd reason to smirk 'cos
His big hammer drove the girls mad.
It's time for the girls to start sharing
