There was a lad from East St. Louis
Who enjoyed sex sticky and gooey
He'd get covered in honey
Awesome and cheeky as ever.
A chick from way Down Under
Left many a lover in wonder
She did things upside down
A mademoiselle from Avignon
Who many considered to be tres bonne
Now Gloria was a well versed teacher
Caused a blush on the face of the preacher
Gave him an exam
Left him in a jam
Now the police are trying to reach her.
There's a lot going on just upstairs
Roses are red
The joy's still unrestrained
It's much stronger, lasts longer
And her pleasure's sustained.
I am here looking up at Adele
With thoughts that might land me in jail
I would have to plead guilty
Happy to buy him a drink. A pint Roger?
How do you do Lynn? Pleased to finally say hello.
Nope. Planning a quiet evening in with a fine cognac.
The person below me is hoping to get laid tonight.
Roses are red
Seems Lynn can not abide
Any movement restraints
Let alone being tied
Don't say no 'till you've tried it
You just might be surprised
At the added intensity
Once release is denied
Once you've lost all control
And your heart rate's increased
When your orgasm nears
You won't want your release
You may scream, you may beg
But you know deep inside
You're as safe as can be
For he's there by your side
It's control loss you fear
But it's a matter of trust
And it goes so much deeper
Than plain simple lust.
So forget your vanilla
And your missionary position
Take a chance and be daring!
Just try sexual submission.