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Study

Roses are red,

But if you want a quick thrill

Don’t read my poems

They just won’t fit the bill.

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But if what you desire

Is more intense stimulation

Enter my dark world

Of steamy imagination.

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Surrender your senses

To my visions of rapture

And trust me I promise

Your senses to capture

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Lie back in the dark

And let your hands wander

And you’ll be transported

To a place of high wonder.

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Caressed by my words

Surrender your will

And to waves of sensation

Your mind and body will thrill.

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Your ecstatic surrender

To orgasmic delight

Is my reason to write

Words to set you alight.

Roses are red
And their rich blooms
Give pleasure to all
In the public rooms

But when they are hidden
From general view
We all are deprived
By the desires of the few

Growers are leaving
And soon they’ll be none
To nurture the roses
For our mutual fun

I’m not sure my efforts
Attract fans any more
They’ve all upped and gone
Closing the door

I’ll soon be alone
With nothing but weeds
Left in this garden
If this plea no one heeds

Perhaps a fresh crop
Of new lovers of roses
Will come along soon
With vibrant new posies.

Roses are red
But the garden is bare
The beds have been stripped
Of all that is fair.

Young Sandra is missing
Dragged down into hell
By some malefactor
For his purposes fell.

Her nakedness thrills him
As he parts he dark tresses
And explores with his tongue
Flesh made for caresses.

Her many true lovers
Are abject without relief
Their rightful love denied
Bring her back you saucy thief.

Roses are red
And you guys take your pick
Of the prettiest flower
But you’d best hide your dick

Size doesn’t matter
When they’re hidden from view
The ladies will choose
When they’ve sampled a few

To be quite honest
What they really like best
Is a man to do odd jobs
Stripped down to his vest

But he’d best keep his pants on
Because friends you see
When they spot a nude willy
The just chortle with glee

The best conversation
Is when men learn to agree
With whatever they’re told
Girls are brighter you see

And when they are horny
And in need of a good fuck
Whether you’re chosen
Is a matter of luck

If you must spread your seed
Go and wank in the wood shed
Men cum far too quickly
A dildo’s better in bed

Roses are red
Blooms ripe for plucking
Like the ladies in the garden
Who cum for the fucking

It gives me such pleasure
To know that you fuck em
The male shoots in the meadows
Who grow hard when you suck em.

Inflamed by your words
They thrust hard in their fashion
And empty their cream
Making you shake with sweet passion.

Drawn by your perfume
And sharing your excitement
Your harem is devoted
To your ecstatic fulfilment.

As you mentor and friend
I share your hot story
When you describe your ascent
To the summits of glory.

Roses are red
We love others without regret
But we share the sweet pleasure
Of each blissfully intimate secret

In the dark warmth
Whispering naked in bed
Every delicious orgasm
No ecstatic detail unsaid

With every one of our lovers
Fucking is mutual delight
Sensually exciting each other
As we ascend to rapturous light

Thrusting deep, he released liquid fire that sent her writhing into ecstasy.

Roses are red
But mine are all dead
I’ve upset too many lovers
And they’ve all left my bed.

Never get too forward
Sexual pride is a sin
Naughty games are now over
And I’m in the bin

Roses are red

And since we’re talking

Of some ladies fictional

My fingers just went walking

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Young Alice was spunky

And once she had followed

Down that dark rabbit hole

In naught games she wallowed

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The epitome of nubile

Her charms were barely resistible

And all the males she came across

Found her eminently fuckable.

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She sat on a toadstool

Which like a giant penis

Filled her sweet cunt

With admirable keenness

….

Of Tweedledum and Tweedledee

We ought to keep stum

I’m not sure which of the two

Fucked her luscious bum.

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The pièce de rèsistance

Must be the mighty Jabberwock

She almost passed out

When she saw his giant cock.

….

Did I say cock

I must be mistaken

He had rather more than that

And all her holes were taken.

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You would think

That after such fucking

Alice would have been spent

But no, she was always looking

.…

I’ve even heard it whispered

She climbed on the mantelpiece

And penetrated the mirror

Such was her naughty caprice

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Alice was a charitable maid

And took pity on the aged

She rode the white night

Until her lust was assuaged

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They put her on trial

Look at the evidence they said

The fruits of libidinous action

Leakimg from her cunt so red

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But Alice was not minded to repent

After enjoying hard cock by the yards

So with a wave of he shapely hands

She dismissed them as a pack of cards

Quote by Sandra47

Roses are red,

Shower play,

Makes me stay,

In here all day.

.

Slow and tender,

Aching need.

I try to edge,

But craving seed.

.

I jerk your cock,

You rub my clit.

You don't let up,

'Til your done with it.

.

You push me up

Against the wall,

Then thrust in deep,

'Til I take it all.

.

You hold right there,

Our eyes lock.

My cunt surrounds,

Your throbbing cock.

.

My legs caress,

Your thrusting hips.

Your kiss pressed to,

My wanton lips.

.

Achingly,

Slow we go.

Those moves drive,

One helluva show.

.

Bodies writhing,

Slow and tender.

Head is spinning,

Like in a blender.

.

We can't hold back,

The heat is building,

Oh my god.

Fucking fill meeeee!

.

Biting, scratching,

Steam is rising.

Not from the shower,

That's surprising.

.

Thrusting deep,

And hard and fast.

How the hell,

Did you fucking last?

.

I've already,

Dehydrated.

From my orgasms,

That's left me sated.

.

Your body tenses,

You release.

The throbbing load,

Within my crease.

.

I rub your scratches,

You kiss my bites.

I love the passion,

That alights.

.

Coming down,

I dowse the water.

We dry off,

Feeling hotter.

.

It's a good thing,

My water heater.

Is the size of,

Minnesota's St. Peter.

Oh my, I need a cold shower.

Roses are red,

Petals of velvet

Which part to reveal

Their exquisite secret

…

But with their surrender

To the bee’s tender probing

They fall to the ground

The rose hips unrobing.

…

Your petals my dear love

Are far more exquisite

Opening sweetly for me

Every night when I visit.

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Like the bee I probe deeply

While you moan in your rapture

And your hips rise to greet me

My thrusting to capture.

…

We ride on the waves

Of mutual pleasure

To an ecstatic climax

Of joy beyond measure

Quote by Sandra47

Roses are red,

Fingers busy.

You walk in,

I'm in a tizzy.

.

Tools laid out,

One on my slit.

But what I crave,

Are your lips on my clit.

.

Our eyes meet,

Wild and heated.

You dive in,

Your lips are seated.

.

Right where I wanted.

You know my need.

after I cum,

I'll coax your seed.

.

Writhing and bucking,

Hands in your hair.

It's always intense,

You always care.

.

Orgasm takes me,

I thrust my hips.

Grinding so tight,

Against teeth and lips.

.

I growl and I push,

You flat on your back.

I need to taste you,

....A bit of a snack.

.

My body slides over,

Your writhing form.

My tits surround you,

Nice and warm.

.

You thrust between them,

Precum makes you slick.

My lips surround,

When you thrust your dick.

.

Over and over,

Sucking it deep.

But not a drop,

From my lips will seep.

.

Your orgasm exhausts,

I slurp from the head.

Why can't we just sleep,

When we go to bed.

Roses are red

And I am so ready

To come to your bed

I’m feeling quite heady

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I nuzzle your lips

And they part with desire

You push with your hips

And I enter your fire

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We fuck with delight

Which the camera captures

It’s a beautiful sight

Recording our raptures

….

When night turns to morning

And we start the new day

We watch the recording

As a prelude to play

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The heat of our mating

As we ride waves of delight

Is a joy worth relating

Because it feels so just right

A nice sexy nightdress.

My result is more or less as I expected it to be. Some if the questions really need a neutral option, but I suppose it is better if you are forced to take a position. I agree that race is a totally meaningless concept although I guess the question means ethnicity. We are all genetic variants of one species with over 99% genetic homogeneity (we share 96% of our genes with chimpanzees who our closest living evolutionary species). The degree of individual genetic variation within any of the accepted ethnic groups is greater than the mean variation between them, and you might as well discriminate between people on the basis of their tissue types or blood groups, in other words total bollocks.

There was a young lady I knew

Whose sweet lips were hidden from view

But rooting around in the shrubbery

Soon revealed something rubbery

Buried so deep it was known to just a few

I wear ladies panties during the day, and lovely sexy nighties in bed.

This seems like a nice thread, so to the next person, what is your favourite kink?

It pleases me to know that

Quote by Sandra47

Roses are red,

Christmas is past.

Also gone, I hope,

Is this icy weather blast.

.

Coming up is

2023

What this year holds?

We shall see.

Roses are red

And the weather is bad

But when I’m by your side

You can never be sad

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With a raging log fire

To keep us both warm

We’ll ride out the storm

And you’ll come to no harm

—

Your cheeks will be radiant

As the glow of my presence

Fills you heart with great joy

When you open my presents.

My dear we will just have to take one day at a time and make the most of each precious moment - it will be a challenge, but oh such joy😊

Roses are red

Twining round the door

Of a cave in the woods

Mine to explore

….

I push through the briars

Their prick on my skin

Ignites a hot flame

Lighting the way in

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Inside is dark

Sultry with unchecked desire

The air sweet with perfume

Hot with an inner fire

….

Tunnelling deeper

My resolve grows ever harder

Throbbing with need

To leave the mark of my ardour

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The earth moves

And the tunnel walls press

Grasping me tight

In their warm caress

….

My goal is in sight

The earth’s hidden treasure

Offered to me

In a moment of exquisite pleasure

Roses are red

And soft are the hands

That gently meander

In search of new lands

….

When they alight

On a treasure most rare

They map out its contours

With caresses so fair

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Where fingers have gone

Lips will soon follow

To capture the essence

It is best if they swallow

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The joy of the searcher

For foreign delights

Leads to nirvana

On exquisite heights

….

Explore at your pleasure

My friend of the dark

New lands we will find

Before dawn brings the lark

Roses are red

Other colours too

I like deep rose pink

It reminds me of you

….

When you part your sweet lips

That’s the colour inside

Rousing my passion

As slowly down you slide

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Into your heat

I surrender at night

And rising in rapture

I paint your rose white

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O my sweet friend

Our naughty thoughts laid bare

Talking in the night

Hot pleasure we share

….

Though rarely we come

When chance let’s us meet

To merge our pink and white

Our loving is so sweet

Roses are red

And so are my cheeks

My lover was mad

So she pulled down my breeks

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Smack followed smack

As she went to town

On my poor naked bum

Now it hurts to sit down

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I hope she’ll come soon

With some nice soothing lotion

To spread all around

In an up and down motion

A long hug and a lovely romantic kiss ❤️

E is a really nice person, one of the best, 😊 but in the right circumstances she can be deliciously naughty 😋

A surface mounting pattress and a double mains socket with USB ports

Roses are red

Just like my old flannel vest

So please join me in bed

And show me what you do best

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Rubbing the right spot is good

Better when you use embrocation

Spread it liberally around

And I’ll soon reach a state of elation

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Time passes by in a flash

As under the duvet we linger

Rocking and rolling in what

Turned out to be a real humdinger

My internet has been down all today

And with no one with whom I could play

I had to do it alone

And waggle my bone

While spouting out loud “I say”

Her kimono was hiked up her back

Inviting a paddling whack

But a whack she got not

Her cheeks were so hot