Roses are red
It’s hotter than hell
Sound the alarm
Ring the bell
There is a drought
Water is low
I do conserve
Go with the flow
Yet I must have
My morning shower
So as to smell
Fresh as a flower
Rob wants Heidi
That’s the game
He chats her up
But it ends the same
Yet he still
Pursues Paige
Yet we’ve not seen her
In an age
Lynn makes me smile
Expresses her wit
Enjoy her posts
I must admit
Roses are red
Tis Saturday
Perhaps in the tub
I could play
Fingers soapy
Labia wet
Handheld shower
Set to pulsating jet
That familiar tingle
Losing all frustration
Lost in the moment
Enjoying the sensation
Pulsating on my clit
The water is hot
As am I
Nipples so taut
Now so close
Want to prolong
But know I can’t
The urge strong
Arch my back
Close my eyes
Intense orgasm
Is my prize
Roses are red
Went out last night
Wore my short skirt
Get lucky I might
Out with the girls
The evening divine
Dinner was delicious
Followed by a glass of wine
On the dance floor
Our hips did wiggle
But my boobs
Are too small to jiggle
We did get comments
Mostly from guys
Unfortunately for them
They won’t get my prize
A few more drinks
The evening grew late
Then back to my place
Lust to sate
Roses are red
On the road with Heidi
We all know she will
Keep the van tidy
To Algonquin Park, we go (had to Google that)
Then a special treat
Skinny dipping with Heidi
Is always so sweet
Checked the weather
Quite a hot spot
We’ll lay out tanning naked
Don’t care if we get caught
An evening fire
A glass of wine
Heidi in my arms
Certainly feels fine
As Rob watches
Handcuffs and toys
Just we girls
Don’t need boys
Thoughts of Paige
Just wearing a thong
Keeps me wet
All day long
Roses are red
Lynn joins the girl pile
Her words as always
Express such style
...
But we're missing Heidi
And sexy Dee
I do wonder
Where did they flee
...
Kisses above
And below
Always make
My wetness flow
...
And where is Rob
Who will I tease
His words did always
Float on the breeze
