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Roses are red
And Rob you are right
I was left out of the pile
Not a pretty sight

But it's okay
I refuse to pout
A second pile?
With your plan I have doubt

Including one guy
Doesn't work for me
But I appreciate the thought
and I'll let it be

I'll start my own pile
But for only those invited
Whether Bi or Les
Guaranteed to be delighted

Please don't be offended
Don't take it to heart
I really do like you
We just got off to a bad start

So the invites will come soon
Let the sex games begin
Sans Rob of course
I won't let you in
Roses are red
Enumeration is risky
You might just leave out
Someone especially frisky

So we'll have a pile of ladies
Enjoying each other's charms
And a pallet there for Rob
To see who might fall in his arms

Some, definitely not
Others might sway that way
What will be the outcome?
No one can surely say

Now if the room is dark
And a body to him does cling
Who knows what'll happen -
It could turn out to be Ping!



Roses are red
What more need be said
Lynn puts me in a corner
On a medieval bed.

I watch as she eagerly
Unboxes a shipment
Of the dernier cri
In sexual equipment

One pocket rocket,
A wand and a rabbit,
A Hitachi contraption
To use out of habit.

Anal beads, next, with
The instructions I wrote her
"Imagine you're starting
An outboard motor"

And as per the word
Of her health-care advisor
A mixture of lube
And hand-sanitizer.

The doorbell rings
Is this her first guest
Some hot one-on-one
Before the arrival of the rest

Anticipation
Make Lynnwitt quivery
But it's just the van guy
With another delivery

By now it is clear
With a pandemic running
Common sense took over
The other girls are not coming.

I watch Lynn from my mattress
Glumly unwrapping
Toys for an orgy
That won't be happening

"Calling LynnWitt
Party of one!"
Regretting my comment
Once I'd begun.

For now each new item
The FedEx man brought
Tells me Lynn is more 'out there'
Than I'd previously thought.

A strapon and harness
A plastic ball-gag
Blindfold and cuffs
Throw up a red flag

And since we're alone
It's my turn to be glum
When Lynn slips that harness
Up over her bum....
Roses are red
Toys are fine
Though nothing beats
A body sublime

Curled against me
Completely entwined
Straight up and down
Or in sixty-nine

A toy's not precluded
In such a tryst
Applied 'just so'
With a twist of the wrist!

You'll note with pleasure
That nothing above
Says one way or t'other
In sharing that love smile

Applicable to all
And enjoyed as well
I think that's the end
Of this little tale :)
Roses are red
So is my bum
Sitting on pillows
Does help some

So here I sit
Typing this note
Changing position
With each line wrote

Smile as I remember
The fun last night
Sex mixed with pain
In measures just right

I have to admit
I liked it a bit
But also like it here
Because here, I fit smile
Roses are red
I can't imagine this
Forum at all
Without that little Miss

That's Heidi, of course
Who's delightful all 'round
And brings a sparkle
To these verses' sound

Now, about that bottom
I wonder just who
Had such a tryst-
You whippersnapper, you!
Roses are red
I have a mandolin
To use when cooking
Things I want thin.

It's the devil's contraption.
Satan's spawn.
In its malevolent games
I am merely a pawn.

I bought some potatoes
More than we need
It was a rash purchase
I have to concede.

This has been, so far,
My only foray
Into panic buying
So prevalent today.

There are hoarders out there
Worse than me, no doubt,
But sanitizer caches
Don't tend to sprout.

So the pressure is on
To use all these taters
Before taking a loss
Like T.P. speculators.

We've had them mashed
I've made fries and knishes
And potato croquettes
And some other dishes.

In an attempt
To vary our diet
I found a gratin recipe
And decided to try it.

It needs thin slices
This is where we came in...
Using that bastard
Assassin mandolin.

In the three years I've had it
I've used it five times
Then locked it back up
For its murderous crimes.

Down in the cupboard
It lies in wait
Hatching its plans
For my fingers' fate.

I'm not cavalier
I'm cautious and slow
And still this fucker
Is Five and O.

I use the handle
To hold what I'm slicing
And yet every time
I'm skin sacrificing.

That blade is so sharp
It uses stealth
To gradually sap
My remaining health.

I don't even notice
Until espying, with dread,
My dinner prep
Is turning red.

It got me again.
So easy to predict.
If I killed its inventor
No jury would convict.

It must be French
Launching this attack
One finger at a time
They'll take Louisiana back.

And them froggies have form:
When it comes to sharp cutters
There's nobody better
Those Guillotine nutters.

It sits on the counter
A homicidal smart alec
While I'm furiously cursing
Everything Gallic.

While raging and ranting
With fingertip pruned
Under the cold tap
Goes my mortal wound.

Pink flows the water
Down the drain
My essential essence
Alas! I am slain!

A little pressure
Staunches the flood
And kitchen towel
Catches the blood.

Things looking up
With bleeding's cessation
No longer at risk
Of exsanguination.

I have a bandaid nearby.
Before you begin
You need to anticipate
A fiendish mandolin.

Now, returned to the cupboard
Pushed to the back
My mandolin plots
Its next diabolical attack.

When the scars fade
And I've forgotten the pain
Foolish me
Will probably use it again.
Roses are red
Poor Rob's been hurt
Mean old mandolin
Causing blood to spurt

Perhaps he should
When preparing "Good Eats"
Bypass the potatoes
And just stick to beets!

Now I have to say
That I've also a scar
My mandolin resulted
In a trip to the ER

Now back to playtime
With the ladies pile, fair
Which does raise a question
About pubic hair

I've a landing strip
But otherwise bare
So what have you?
Would you like to share?
Roses are red
I keep mine bare
Playing in here
Would make sticky hair

I like them all
Hairy or bald
I lick without bounds
As I make sloppy sounds
Roses are red
Here my cry
Want to go out
And touch the sky

After flying home
I have to isolate
I sit here bored
Unable to date

Yet I think about
First time we met
My desire
You did whet

Our lips met
Our first kiss
A magical moment
Was sheer bliss

But reality returns
I’m down this hole
But never lose
My gypsy soul

Will be over soon?
Or take some time
Perhaps it is just
The new paradigm
Roses are red
I hear your plea
Just doff your clothes
And slip in with me

All troubles will vanish
'Mid activities sweet
As pleasures ascend
To a spiral complete

It's just a good thing
That we've each other here
To entertain and laugh:
Now bring me your rear smile
Roses are red
Groups of five
We're restricted to
We girls will survive

Form a circle
Sexy and sweet
Tasting your pussy
A delicious treat

Lynn touches my rear
A gentle squeeze
Look into her eyes
"Yes please"
Roses are red
I like them a lot
Social distancing in here?
I'll say,"I think not"
The blindfolded pile
Is what I think we will play
No names to be mentioned
Just begin the soiree

With whom am I next to
My how exciting she is getting
I feel the wetness
A good partner, I'm betting

And whose lips are kissing me
so sweet and so deep
A luscious kisser like that
Is one that I'll keep

This pile should grow
As more dive in
As we all are so caring
It's a definite win win
Roses are red
Ashley's game will be fun
Guessing who we're petting
As we've just begun

Then switching about
And trying again
The writhing pile
In our sexual den

Shrieks of delight
Mixed with moans of deep lust
Accompany licks
And deep finger thrusts

Methinks we'll enjoy
This cotillion of elation
And continue it long
With no thought of cessation
Roses are red
Come gather around
As I tell the tale of
Lynn's glistening mound

But don't get to close
Stay six feet apart
Not to sure, that's okay
I'll tape the floor like Walmart

I will speak loud
For those far, sorry to all near
I want to be clear too the ones in back
Wondering, why is she here?

But I digress
I called you here today
To honor this women
That set many fingers to play

With her words of lust
Her dedication to this thread
Giving those gone absent
A wing upside the head

Welcoming the new
and back the old
All year long, through
Weather hot and cold

Always being upbeat
The sun on a cloudy day
Giving us new games
As well as a place to play

If I could make a trophy
It would be called the glisten mound
and given to the one
That has never let this thread slip down

Scribed on it
None will top her
below the dedicator
Her young whippersnapper ;)
Roses are red
That was very sweet
Heidi's a jewel
And - a tasty treat smile

She works very hard
But caring is her drive
She takes care of many
And helps them to survive

Her bubbling personality
Shows around these rooms
Sometimes very funny
Others, erotic zooms

A gifted, sweet young lady
Tied up in a lovely wrapper
Loved by one and all
My whippersnapper!
Roses are red
Happy weekend to all
I'm ready to party
Left my cloths in the hall smile
Roses are red
and I haven't a clue
for if i get out of bed
what should I do?

Don't forget to sat 'Hi'

Roses are red
I'm out in Heidi's hall
There's a pile of clothes
And they aren't size small

A 62 waist?
I must be reading that wrong.
And the jacket label
Reads fifty-eight long.

Woah... size 14 shoes
That's some scary-ass feet
And this pair of panties
Are far from petite.

In my mind I saw Hedi
A sylphlike goddess
Prancing in naught
But an overtight bodice

This sartorial evidence
Puts it in doubt.
My image now: a heifer
Galumphing about.

But this is Heidi
So no matter the size
My ambition remains:
My face between her thighs.
Roses are red
Rob's ambition's high
Alas, I'm sure
It'll end with a sigh

But, fear not
Some other lend
"Support for his cause"
And over to bend

Presenting a target
For him to apply..
Wait just a minute!
It's another guy!
Roses are red
You defend me very well
But they were not my cloths
I washed them to sell

I work at The Good Will
One day a week
Those was some cloths
Left by transient sheik
Roses are red
Another week commences
Still distancing in person
Will we lose our senses?

Perhaps not at all
With our zany crew here
We'll chat and we'll laugh
And pinch a sweet rear
Roses are red
I gave Lynn a pinch
That wily wench
Didn't even flinch

Try something else
I gave her a goose
Still no reaction
Ahh what's the use?

Giving her nipple
A gentle tweak
Did not evoke
The response I seek

My hand in her panties
Cupping her mound
My seed still falling
On stony ground

All I can say
Is she never said 'no'
So, what the heck...
Let's give it a go...

Off with her knickers
I bury my sword
Yet by sly LynnWitt
I'm still being ignored

That's the problem
With a virtual fuck
If your partner's off line
You're shit out of luck.
Roses are red
Rob gives it a wank
Thinking of Lynn
He deserves a spank

I think of Lynn
As I lay in bed
Nipples stiff
And legs spread

She slides on top
Breasts together pressed
My growing sexual need
Will soon be addressed

We share a kiss
My nipples stiff
Our sexual scent
I get a whiff

Sliding lower
I feel her touch
The feeling so magical
The sheets I clutch

The touch of her tongue
Her breath on my lips
Into my pussy
Her finger slips

All of a sudden
I wake from my dream
It's my own fingers
Covered in my cream
Roses are red
I THOUGHT I felt something
Rob's virtual fuck
Caused my PC to ding!

His keystrokes awash
In Internet land
Perhaps he himself stroked
With his physical hand smile

Now it is true
That Paige is a dream
And in mine
Quite often seen

Her explicit lines
Send thrills to the core
Pleasure o're the top
Sends me asking for more

To kiss her with passion
As our hands caress
No doubt if clothed
We'd soon quickly undress

Zones erogenous
We'll each other's explore
As desire's building
To a deafening roar

The hot, slick pinkness
Between her spread legs
Swallows my fingers
And for more she begs

My tongue on her clit
Flickers fast and slow
As fingers inside dance
And set her aglow

The peak's soon reached
And the avalanche occurs
Then cuddled together
Against me she purrs.
Roses are red
Laying with Lynn
I slowly caress
Her soft skin

My head on her shoulder
My leg over hers
Teasing her nipples
My desire stirs

A sensual kiss
My growing desire
Between my legs
I’m on fire

Kiss her neck
And down her chest
I'm anticipating
The curve of her breast

Kiss her nipple
Suck and tease
Feel it stiffen
My desire to please

Roll her over
Spread her arms to the side
Over her back
My breasts slide

My thighs pressed
Against her bum
My heart beating
Like a drum

Kiss down her back
Her skin so smooth
Her building desire
I will soothe

Kiss each cheek
My fingers find
Her wet lips
Softly outlined

My tongue slides
Down the “V”
Between her cheeks
I hear her plea

Roll over again
Legs over my shoulder
My advances become
So much bolder

Kiss and suck
Her soft wet lips
Deep into her wetness
My finger slips

Adding another
Slide in and out
Wanting to hear
My lover shout

Curl my fingers
A little rub
I suck and tease
Her engorged nub

Lynn’s breathing quickens
She squeezes her tits
I tease her clit
And taste her spritz

At that moment
Lynn reaches the peak
As she cums
I hear her shriek

She grabs my hair
And pulls me close
An intense orgasm
Curls her toes

We lay together
Share a kiss
Holding each other
In sexual bliss
Roses are red
Isolation will soon end
Perhaps get outside
This coming weekend

Bit still have to
Social distance maintain
Which I must say
Will be a pain








Roses are red
In the afterglow
Paige and I
Caress very slow

Fingers carry scents
Of recent passion
Which, soon enough
We will refashion

For now, drift softly
On the echos of pleasure
While thoughts toward the next
Continue without measure

Skin soft slides together
As legs entwine
Breasts press tightly
Shivers down the spine

Long, lingering kisses
As hands won't be still
The stage is now set
For another lustful thrill
Roses are red
This thing ain't abating
All you can do
Is keep isolating

It's probably harder
For outgoing types.
From this curmudgeon
You won't hear gripes.

Some humans are nice
I've seen them about.
But people are assholes
If you average them out.

Their dogs foul the footpaths
They cut in line
They get road rage and fight
They believe in hydroxychloroquine.

They worry too much
About their looks
And proudly declaim
That they never read books

They cheat on their taxes
And then they complain
The local school budget
Has been cut back again.

In family restaurants
The get loud and cuss.
They never say 'thank you'
They fart on the bus.

They talk in the movies
They judge perfect strangers
They come from Boston
And hate the New York Rangers

They bend your ear
About some faddish detox
They get their news
From Fox

They fly tip old mattresses
On quiet country lanes
Then feel 'disrespected'
When someone complains

Of further examples
There is a wealth
Each of these verses
Is writing itself.

Suffice to say
Don't sneer and don't scoff
There's no shortage of people
That piss me off

Can we convince them
To stay tightly locked down
And forget to inform them
Once a cure has been found?
Roses are red
There's no scarcity
Of idiotic people
Who act churlishly

I try to contain
My ire at that rump
With his sign
I <heart> T....p

Now a Dem I'm not
Nor a Rep, by far
That they stay in power
Is just plain bizarre

Too many, I fear
Think of themselves solely
The problem is
They think themselves holy

Now, away from this mire
Of musings distressing
And back to rampant sex
- I'm already undressing!