Roses are Red

Roses are red

Nobody cried

When Passionatemind's

Goldfish died.

.

No heartfelt words

No ceremony

No anthems, no psalms

No eulogy.

.

Poor goldfish, such

An undignified end

Forgotten once

It went round the bend.

.

There was Rob

Well endowed

Stroking his knob

Moaning aloud

Thinking of a girl

Which I wonder

Perhaps Pearl

Girl from down under

Thinking of her bum

He rubs harder

Does quickly cum

Feeling great ardor

Roses are red

Who's that? Paige?

Thought she permanently

Left the stage.

.

Oh no, I'm back

Paige does demur.

(Just as I'm finally

Getting over her.)

.

Well, pretty Paige

You can't play me

I'm as aloof

As aloof can be.

.

Every night

Paige does dream

Polishing my knob

Is her recurrent theme.

.

Then she awakens

In a sweat

With shame and remorse

And her finger-tip wet.

.

Roses are red

Is Rob still at it here

Chasing the girls

Though sapphic they revere

.

Are you sure you dont have

A humiliation kink?

Getting off on thoughts

Being denied a flower of pink

.

Now I don't kink shame

We all have our ways

I merely wish to help

So you'll sink in lustful haze

.

If denial and rejection

Is your heart's desire

A pact can be made

So you may ne'er aquire

.

A simple lock is all

That it would take

To seal your fate

And your mind to brake

.

But if you are good

Perhaps one night you'll hear

Moans of sapphic love

And orgasms sincere

.

Now, if I remember correctly

Heidi was always the loudest

And when I make her scream

I'm going to be the proudest

.

Merry Christmas by the way xoxo