Between her legs she slides her hand
As others walk by able to glance
But as fate would have it
She put 'way her rabbit
A wily young girl from the Bay
Easily led others astray
She'd begin with tapas around midnight
Washed down with Dos Equis by moonlight
But Maisy's indomitable spirit
Lifted him so high you could hear it
His shouts of such glee
"I've got to go pee!!!"
With that she revoked his permit
An actress of stage and of screen
Roses are red
Looking on with delight
As the four play in bed
Through most of the night
Positions galore
As movement abounds
With squeals and moans
And odd little sounds
Urgent cries ring my ears
Imperatives in profusion
“Deeper, Don’t stop”
Ramp up to conclusion
Again and again
Their stamina astounding
Not stopping, not pausing
My head simply pounding
Looking on - the room spun
My fingers keeping pace
Rubbing like hell
In a very wet place
When all said and done
All were quite sated
Including yours truly
Who just masturbated
Young Maisy is pleasantly plump
And OK with her friend, Forrest Gump
She's his box of chocolates
From bliss to apocalypse
Climbing on was a bit of a hump
Young Maisy is pleasantly plump
And OK with her friend, Forrest Gump
She's his box of chocolates
His senses to titillate
Climbing on was a bit of a hump
But Maisy's indomitable spirit
Young Maisy is pleasantly plump
And OK with her friend, Forrest Gump
Short skirt, no panties, no bra
After a visit to the spa
The masseuse was no hick
With fingers quite slick
Roses are red
With Lynnwitt in accord
Crave the variety
Else terribly bored
A ribald verse
Oft’ hits the spot
Bringing forth a chuckle
To a day that is fraught
Or sometimes a stanza
Will cause thoughts to wander
To naughty corners of the mind
To linger and ponder
But I have to admit
What amuses me most
Giving false hope to Rob
That he’d chance a boast
A cute little chick from Honshu
Gave Pliny a terrible flu
But he didn't quit
But he did have to sit
Ending up covered in goo
Pliny hadn't cum in a while
A cute little chick from Honshu
Gave Pliny a terrible flu
But he didn't quit
Soft silks and watercolors abound
And their clothes are scattered around
Chopsticks in the hair
In Japan there are Geisha girls
Who are always wearing pearls
Little else on
He whined and he begged and he pleaded
But the landlady never conceded
His sex doll she seized
Said that's no way to be appeased
But he had to do what was needed
The horror - he ran out of lube
His landlady demanded her rent
With barter no longer content
Roses are red
With Prudence on her game
Try to keep up
Or she’ll put one to shame
Seen her in action
A force to be reckoned
Her bar is so high
No room for second
But with Prudence on top
You can’t help but smile
As she rides along
In “giddyup” style
She rolled him over onto his back
His ardor full staff, not the least slack
Roses are red
Dear Lynn, a word of caution
Keep some fingers dry
Just as a precaution
When everything’s lathered
And the keyboard is wet
Wrong keys can be tapped
Causing one’s fret
So let prudence prevail
And don’t get confused
As to which hand is where
And for what it is used
Roses are red
Dear Ashley don’t depart
Your words are quite valued
And straight from the heart
I don’t know you at all
But willing to guess
It’s Rob’s way of saying
“Let’s play rhyming chess”
I’m thinking out loud
And willing to take bets
He will lovingly give
As good as he gets
‘ginst his verbal frottage
Weigh in resolute
Stand up and be counted
Don’t remain mute
She curled her knees back to her ears
With her lover of so many years
So erotic her pose
Two ladies were naked in bed
Sated they looked to be dead
Smiles on their faces
He suggested some light depilation
For her mound for more appreciation
She said "thanks, a million"
"I hardly want your opinion."
"Others consider it decoration"
There once was a parson from York
From Nantucket there was a wild woman
Who fucked to music from Brubeck to Schuman
Could she hum a tune!!!!
In Brisbane the girls are so sweet
From their hair down to their feet
But kisses down under
Roses are red
Rob’s focus I applaud
His relentless pursuit
Leaves one quite awed
If only he could channel
That pent up desire
Into washing my windows
And fixing my dryer
While I do understand
That implacable drive
To fill other needs
With an intimate ride
My empathy runs deep
And your objective quite clear
Have faith my dear friend
Good things might be near
Roses are red
Been away for a while
Missed all the people
Who cause me smile
First off, let me say
As an honorary hoser
Happy Thanksgiving to those
North of the border
Wish your celebration
Fun filled and carefree
Truly giving thanks
For the blessings you see
Been on my back
A tad under the weather
Thank God for the dope
That makes me feel better
All legal I assure you
Prescribed by the best
“One every four hours”
Now tattooed on my chest
Mental health contrarily
Best borne with a grin
Offered by Rob, Heidi
Ping, Ashley and Lynn
And to others passing through
Who offer a thought
Thank you, too for sharing
The light you have brought
A horny young German named Fritz
Was tired of life in the pits
The Bavarian sausage he holds
A pretty young girl was in flux
She turned tricks down at Starbucks
A latte bought one thing
With a frappe' bells ring
A righteous young girl was pursued
By a rude dude, incredibly lewd