Lush, where crazy things happen.
Roses are red
And I've run out of rope!
I'll use handcuffs instead
They might be my last hope
More rope has been ordered
Or so the man said
Told me people are queuing
To tie Marie to the bed
Hope its not just a rumour
I'm in front of the queue
I've been queuing all night
Then again, wouldn't you?
One poor guy didn't bring rope
He bought elastic bands
But I told him they wouldn't
Imprison her hands.
But he's still queuing up
That's him way down the line
Said he'd looked for some rope
But he ran out of time.
I've been here for a while
And it's starting to rain
So I hope it's not only
For females again.
I'm a dab hand with rope
I can tie lots of knots
Open up now Marie
And lets see what you've got.
Anonymous fantasy play
But please, don't do it all day
Too easy to shirk
Ones choice of work
That the end, so what more can one say?
I am here looking up at Adele
A very adventurous wife
Preferred Lush over her real life
She said "Here I get laid"
Roses are red
And Marie keeps on teasing
Painting pictures with words
All incredibly pleasing
What a pity it is
She won't play with the men
Only girls I'm afraid
Should we ask her again?
If RB goes for biscuits
What might tempt our Marie
Perhaps champagne and flowers?
We'll just all wait and see.
A lesbian couple near Philly
For a dare dated Milli Vanilli
The experience lame
For no one came
And left them both feeling quite silly.
A very adventurous wife
A plasterer mastered the art
Of sidestepping affairs of the heart
Handled a trowel with skill
Gave the girls quite a thrill
Roses are red
Give it up, you can't win
Not when Marie
Has her legs around Lynn
As for sliding between them
You don't have a hope
Lest you tie them both down
I could give you the rope
But then that's not your style
Though Marie wouldn't mind
But at times you just have to
Be cruel to be kind.
Muse away though RB
I shall watch from afar
If you manage to crack it
We will call you a star!
Always time for a drink with the Marquis. Two single malts then or would you prefer a cognac?
Roses are red
Maries having these spasms
Is it apoplexy
Or just simple orgasms?
If its only the latter
There's no cause for concern
When she's fully recovered
I suppose it's Lynn's turn
Whilst I hope they enjoy
Their most passionate affair
There are times that I wish
That they might at least share!
Roses are red
But don't jump to conclusions
That all men are too quick
That is just a delusion
With a lady like you
I would think it a crime
If a man was too quick
And wasn't taking his time
It's a wonderful time
That you both should enjoy
Imagination runs wild
New ideas to employ
Don't give up on us men
We are not all the same
Some of us here
Are quite good at the game.
Her pearlescent alabaster globes
Peeked out from inside her robes
Swaying gently and riding high
Roses are red
And it is no surprise
That the "auction" was rigged
To exclude all us guys
Seems you girls have decided
That Lynn is the winner
And we all know for certain
Who she's eating for dinner
She's not buying a biscuit
To feed poor RB
For a Belgian Spice cookie
Lynn's now eating Marie
It was Lynn's cooking skills
That she's just now revealing
Whilst Marie's on her back
Looking up at the ceiling
I'm surprised that Marie
Has sold out quite so cheaply
For a carton of Tim Tams
She could have RB completely.
Roses are red
Selling out for a biscuit?
Think about it Marie
Do you think you should risk it?
Whilst the offer itself
Might at first sound suggestive
What can one really get
For a chocolate digestive?
There is quite a big difference
Twixt the cost and the price
So before you go shopping
I suggest you think twice
Her sex life was quite overrated
Wanting only to be dominated
She would drop to her knees
A cute little lady from Loch Ness
Had a secret she'd like to confess
She liked it both ways
In her younger days
But these days she'd rather play chess
Her sex life was quite overated
Roses are red
Marie claims she's naïve
I'm sorry but that's
Just too hard to believe
She's included Heidi
Our favourite snow bunny
But when she adds Lynn
It becomes very funny
Face up to it ladies
Naïve you are not
Or is this all a part
Of some feminist plot?
If so it's not working
But do try again
Just admit your just horny
There's no need to explain.
A buxom teen dated her teacher
Her boobs were her very best feature
Marie had a happy encounter
Spending far too much time in the shower
What she did with the soap
Roses are red
RB's getting pedantic
Be it "mound" or "curvunder"
Is purely semantic
Does it make such a difference
To the mutual pleasure
When consenting adults
Are entwined and together?
When the passion ignites
And the action is frantic
How much nicer to stay
Just that touch more romantic
So a mound I will call it
Which I'll gently caress
It's a matter of honour
Or "oblige noblesse"?
When walking alone in the park
Through the trees by the lake after dark
Roses are red
I agree with Marie
And as she's in the mood
She can jump in with me
I remember well this girl who came from Dallas
A cowgirl who rode any phallus
She would cry out Yipeee!
Started drinking and never stopped.
Helen's face launched a number of ships
Paris liked the sway of her hips
Menelaus was pissed
His main squeeze he missed
"This means war" he cried, "Just read my lips!"
I remember well this girl who came from Dallas
Roses are red
RB's starting the year
With devirginisation
And I too volunteer.
It might take all our patience
There is just so much to it
It's a difficult job
But someone's got to do it
Seems Marie's made her mind up
She's ready to start
Says she's lying there quietly
Legs wide apart
Mustn't keep a girl waiting
So I'll start with Marie
And I think I'll leave Lynn
In the hands of RB.
Roses are red
And the girls are confessing
Certain kinks they enjoy
That they have been repressing
Rosie's clearly a switch
Marie's into it all
Heidi just likes to watch
Unless Lynn makes a call
R.B's holding his breath
Hoping Lynnwitt might phone
Whilst AmeliaLeigh
Likes to go it alone.
Seems there's more to us all
Than some people might think
I am far from "Vanilla"
And I too have my "kink".