Roses are red
Violets are blue
I really miss my bed
and spending time with you
Roses are red
Aglow like your butt
Your pussy is next
Then we will fuck
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I am in love with You
Booty is red
Bed is all wet
Been squirting all night
We two, be a mess
Roses are red
So is my skin
To your rope I'm led
Through clothes so thin.
The sky is blue
My heart is red
I can't wait to talk
Or play in bed

Art can never exist without naked beauty displayed. Roses are red
Balls are blue
Waiting to play
With someone like you...
Roses are beautiful
Just like you
I want to kiss you
And cuddle too!

Art can never exist without naked beauty displayed. Roses are red
Violets are pink
You really are deranged
You speak before you think
Roses are red
True love is rare
Booty booty booty
Rockin` everywhere
Roses are red
Violets are gray
I'm so tired
Of what you say
Roses are red
Violets are green
I can't believe you
You're really quite mean
Roses are red
Violets are tan
I'm laughing because
I'm no longer your fan
Roses are red
Before they whither and die
Beauty is fleeting
As time passes by
So keeo your eyes open
Enjoy while you can
Every beautiful moment
With your woman or man
A little kindness can be so valuable, yet costs almost nothing
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Hey... pssst.... that's an l (as in luscious) at the end of my name, not an i Roses in posies
And violets in bunches
I can't get my hair right
And I've lost all my scrunchies
It's wayward and frizzly
Oh! It really won't do!
Think I'll shave all my hair off
And paint my scalp blue
Build a man a fire, and he'll be warm for a day. Set a man on fire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.
Sir Terry Pratchett
Dew sprinkled petals nod outside the glass
We lie wrapped in each other, hands softly clasped
Your breath warm on my shoulder, hearts beating in time
Good morning my angel, my sweet sin sublime
Build a man a fire, and he'll be warm for a day. Set a man on fire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.
Sir Terry Pratchett
Roses are red,
Like Lu's arse will be soon
When I thrash her so hard
That she'll drop in a swoon.
But I'll not leave her sobbing
And stinging and sore,
I'll soothe her hurt gently
So she comes back for more.
Build a man a fire, and he'll be warm for a day. Set a man on fire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.
Sir Terry Pratchett
Roses are Tan
Violets are black
I just stole your man
And I won't give him back
Roses are red and you're ass is too twitchy
(Now please don't be thinking that I'm being bitchy)
But I'd much rather see it at rest, still and calm
So it's a much better target for my swift moving palm
Build a man a fire, and he'll be warm for a day. Set a man on fire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.
Sir Terry Pratchett
Roses are red but Ekko is blue.
How do we cheer her up, what can we do?
Lets all stop teasing her, say she's O.K.
And if we are lucky she might even stay.
What's this talk of leaving? No wonder I'm blue
'Cause I'm thinking that's just what you'd like me to do.
But this girlie's right here, and here she will stay,
So start sending those ruddy red roses my way.
Build a man a fire, and he'll be warm for a day. Set a man on fire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.
Sir Terry Pratchett
Showered with roses, she started to blush
it was no longer her desire, to disappear from lush
She started to twirl, and then to dance
Realising her presence, was not simply chance
There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable."
C'è un fascino per il proibito che lo rende indicibilmente desiderabile.
— Mark Twain
Roses are red and so is my bum
the stripes that are there, were left by the One
who loves above all to taunt and to please
and frequently celebrates the art of the tease
There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable."
C'è un fascino per il proibito che lo rende indicibilmente desiderabile.
— Mark Twain
peonies are pink
wool is on sheep
i'm outta this thread
so i can get some sleep