Roses are red

Her legs spread wide

She guides his head

“Eureka” he cried

Roses are red

To you from me

Now you have

All my 10cc

Roses are red

The new toy is puce

The moans quite loud

And copious juice

. . . but still plenty of cream . . .

. . . six bunches of juicy grapes . . .

Them had several hits featuring Van Morrison as the lead singer.

. . . accoutrements, designed for varied proclivities . . .

No wonder the “ all inclusive “ plan for here was so inexpensive

——

Hello Lynn

Landscape artistry requires a growing mind.

Is this the line for changing my out of state drivers’ license?

. . . flagrantly indulged in explosive flatulence. . .

Hi Lynn. Woof woof

———

She was like an opening flower with dewy petals; fragrant, delicate, seductive.

Her anticipation heightened with the prickliness of his beard on silky thighs.

Sandra looked for a gentleman, noble

Who moved like a Calder mobile

Roses are red

it is true

stroking myself

thinking of you

--

You are watching

glowing, hungry eyes

wickedly smiling

as my hand flies

--

Your legs spread wide

revealing wet lips

being massaged

by dexterous fingertips

--

As we seek

our full measure

eyeing the other

attaining pleasure

--

Manual today

no use of toys

only our moans

proclaiming our joys

--

Two of us

with mutual intent

faster and faster

until both spent

--

Climaxes erupting

nothing to waste

licking shared fingers

savoring the taste

Roses are red

welcome to Lush

find a friend

who'll make you gush

--

Try to be erotic

even exotic

only avoid

becoming neurotic

--

Write a rhyme

take your time

it's no crime

not being sublime

--

Leave your computer

the board of keys

say 'hi there sweetie'

while on your knees

Quote by Sandra47

Roses are red,

Adam, happy birthday.

Line up for your spanks,

I won't betray.

.

How many do we,

Need to warm up for?

What is it this year,

The birthday score?

.

Bend over here,

And don't be solemn.

Oh no, pants off!

Show me that bottom!

-----

Roses are red

the bottom bare

awaits the hand

spanking with care

==

The number dealt out

alas, several score

palm to flesh

both of us sore

--

I feel your touch

I will not flinch

will you arouse me

growing inch by inch ?

--

So, over your lap

tushy turning red

such a sweet sting

you're in my head

Roses are red

The day is hot

but now I’ve found

an idyllic spot

—

If the words stumble

I beg your pardon

as I indulge

at the beer garden

—

Join in a toast

Happy Birthday to he

that complex man

the eponymous Marquis

Quote by thesexynun

Roses are red

The nun needs some fun

Please God send me

A man with good buns

---

Roses are red

he's quite the baker

gave her a roll

could really shake 'er

---

Satisfying hunger

warm yummy buns

watch things rise

with help from nuns

Rose are red

2 sharing their space

hugging and wrestling

in a sordid embrace

---

A felicitous pair

bodies congruent

closer and closer

pleasures pursuant

---

Warblers' songs

the cooing of doves

a looming coupling

categorized as love

---

Aphrodite, she smiles

Zeus, he chortles

as they look down

on foolish mortals

Roses are red

Ahoy there mateys

begin your trip

down mighty Euphrates

—

Eyepatch and pegleg

parrot on shoulder

hook for hand

makes one bolder

—

Waves so high

water so deep

thoughts of immersion

makes my skin creep

—

A life on the ocean

if you choose

lots of aerobic action

on those Viking crews

—

Sail the seas

but please take note

don’t get on

Monsieur Carrier’s boat

——————-

Ahoy there Lynn

Welcome

. . . renewed debates over phallic symbolism . . .

From my soul you shant wander. Abisenthe makes the heart grow fonder.

Roses are red

Baboon butts are blue

A good warm spanking

Creates a pinkish hue

Sit at the table

Choose your meat

Just be gentle

With what you eat

Savor that gravy

Lick your lips

But don’t forget

To get all the drips

Roses are red

Hard rhyme for Adam

Just a sobriquet for,

The Earl of Chatham.

Easier for names such as

Sandra, Lynn, or Smile.

Try to match 47,

That’ll take a while

Roses are red

A splendid rear

Pulling it close

Wanting it near.

I’m here to be your Holy Man

EXPLODED

Eleven xylophones played lewd oratorios delighting ebullient dilettantes

. . . especially when covered in cream . . .