Said Roger, "ready or not...
My aim is not what it ought."
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Gloria_R
Over 90 days ago
Bisexual Female, 51
United States
Forum
Active Ink Slinger
Roses are red
Tease that I am
Serves but to entice
That libidinous lamb
His return to the forum
Is what I seek
In this virtual world
I’d offer a peek
Should the fox go to ground,
Safe in her burrow
Relentless he’d be
In seeking her furrow
But RB’s euphony
Notwithstanding
I have a hunch
No seeds he’d be planting
He’s done the math
That felicific calculus
Don’t think he’ll stray
From reciting the Angelus
So tease I’ll continue
With a sexual flair
Exhorting his return
From my virtual lair
Tease that I am
Serves but to entice
That libidinous lamb
His return to the forum
Is what I seek
In this virtual world
I’d offer a peek
Should the fox go to ground,
Safe in her burrow
Relentless he’d be
In seeking her furrow
But RB’s euphony
Notwithstanding
I have a hunch
No seeds he’d be planting
He’s done the math
That felicific calculus
Don’t think he’ll stray
From reciting the Angelus
So tease I’ll continue
With a sexual flair
Exhorting his return
From my virtual lair
Active Ink Slinger
Roses are red
To my eternal ruination
How I miss Rob’s wailing
And brooding supplication
He “talks the talk”
So ribald and provoking
Just wondering now
Which chicken he’s choking
A burr under the saddle
And to some inimical
But enjoyable to me
And really quite whimsical
Thinking aloud
Would he dare balk?
Should the offer arise
Would he “walk the walk?”
Incessant pursuit
Tumescence abounding
For his own dulcinea,
A most glorious pounding
Reclining most impish
With furtive glance
Dare I taunt him?
Suggesting the smallest of chance
What if I offered
A furrow to plow?
A warm, velvet tunnel
To soothe stymied brow?
Remains to be seen
If he pick up the gauntlet
A person of action
Or simply a prophet
Awake from your slumber
Arise, look around
Act now before the
Fox goes to ground
To my eternal ruination
How I miss Rob’s wailing
And brooding supplication
He “talks the talk”
So ribald and provoking
Just wondering now
Which chicken he’s choking
A burr under the saddle
And to some inimical
But enjoyable to me
And really quite whimsical
Thinking aloud
Would he dare balk?
Should the offer arise
Would he “walk the walk?”
Incessant pursuit
Tumescence abounding
For his own dulcinea,
A most glorious pounding
Reclining most impish
With furtive glance
Dare I taunt him?
Suggesting the smallest of chance
What if I offered
A furrow to plow?
A warm, velvet tunnel
To soothe stymied brow?
Remains to be seen
If he pick up the gauntlet
A person of action
Or simply a prophet
Awake from your slumber
Arise, look around
Act now before the
Fox goes to ground
Active Ink Slinger
Roses are red
It’s been a while
Since I’ve stopped by
To collect a smile
Schedule and life
Seems to intrude
Contributing thoughts –
They simply elude
That enjoyable flower
Who is so loco
Has suffered a case
Of misplaced mojo
His wit clearly missed
Certainly by me
Though some, it seems
Disposed to disagree
Clever, naughty remarks
His stock and trade
Though some with thin skin
Not easily swayed
Different themes
Always wise cracking
Injecting variety
Where sometimes lacking
A delight it would be
Should he rebound
Poking fun at us all
In this lovely playground
It’s been a while
Since I’ve stopped by
To collect a smile
Schedule and life
Seems to intrude
Contributing thoughts –
They simply elude
That enjoyable flower
Who is so loco
Has suffered a case
Of misplaced mojo
His wit clearly missed
Certainly by me
Though some, it seems
Disposed to disagree
Clever, naughty remarks
His stock and trade
Though some with thin skin
Not easily swayed
Different themes
Always wise cracking
Injecting variety
Where sometimes lacking
A delight it would be
Should he rebound
Poking fun at us all
In this lovely playground