Positions for sex are varied
Husband, wife --gasp-- even unmarried,
a threesome or group,
Roses are red,
I'm enjoying the rhymes,
with the boys being teased,
just like old times.
So sit yourselves down, boys,
drink, quench your thirst,
in Lynn's diner the rule is,
the girls always come first.
Admiring the female form
Makes one all toasty and warm
The boobs and butts,
start a fire in my guts,
There’s a girl that I’m thinking of
Who being with I always love
Witty, wicked and wise
I love hearing her cries,
There’s a girl that I’m thinking of
Who being with I always love
Witty, wicked and wise
I love hearing her cries,
Nude beaches are fine if you’re young
But please, weigh less than a ton
A few curves are fine
But let’s draw the line,
no mankinis unless you're well-hung.
Back to MAA's opener.
Should we start off with something that's new
Roses are red,
Football's a game,
so is our rhyming,
but not quite the same.
Football has losers,
in here all are winners,
we may not have strikers,
but we've plenty of sinners.
As I lie on my back in the bed
and she lovingly straddles my head,
my tongue delves so deep,
I get up each day and go to work
This whole routine drives me beserk,
but it funds all my fun
It's time for us all to be bad,
Such a wonderful time to be had
Seductively sliding alongside
everyone trying to decide
who's having and who will be had.
How many can fit in the bed?
Her wicked eyes they looked right inside me
What she saw, made her flee
Seeking safety in my arms
as karen dazzled me with her charms
and dragged Ginger over her knee.
It's time for us all to be bad,
Roses are red,
I noticed your play,
seems someone created,
an "Insult Ping" day.
I'm tempted to comfort,
the poor hapless lad,
but know if I did so,
he soon would be bad.
And while I can't claim,
to be an innocent lass,
if Ping made a try,
I would have to pass.
Lyn's Diner just grabbed my attention
Cum for a meal and enjoy our affection
Sweet treats abound,
all pleasures are found,
We really don't give men much chance
No matter how subtly they make their advance,
They want to grab hold,
Lynn and Ginger are so sexy
Gives all men apoplexy
We men can just look on in awe
and enjoy the things that they saw,
Roses are red,
Hope it's okay,
if I join in,
with your sexy play?
I know I've been gone,
for quite some time,
but I am back here now,
with a sexy rhyme.
It sounds rather silly,
but I find myself shy,
reluctant to indulge,
and no idea why.
Maybe because
I missed you all lots,
and reading your rhymes,
really gives me the hots.,
Lynn and Ginger are so sexy
gives all the men apoplexy,
if an orgy is going to be had
The girls will be naughty and bad
So much pleasure shared,
so many things bared,
Roses are red,
for face-sitting pleasure,
Pinnochio's the one,
that all the girls treasure.
They sit on his face,
and get him to lie.
That never fails,
to get the girls high.,
Roses are red,
It is no surprise,
that the sight of Lynn's nips,
would make Ping's part rise.
A Sunday to just chill out in,
Waster not or feel chagrin!
Now Monday has arrived,
at least we all survived,
I dreamed of some flapping wings
Between my legs, among other things
That's when I looked up
and saw her bra cup
and the outline of two nipple rings.
A Sunday to just chill out in,
Heard a tale 'bout cunnilingus,
a pleasure that close friends can bring us
Ginger and Lynn oh my
Add Juli and passions will fly,
the girls will enjoy,
Roses are red,
Forgotten this site?
That never will happen,
no matter what might.
I made so many friends here,
and had so much fun,
and love all the rhymes,
that others have done.
Roses are red,
the game has begun,
a group of hot girls,
all looking for fun.
All are invited,
let's all have a ball,
the motto as always,
is come one, come all.
Lovely ladies thinking of you
And wondering what we should do
A 'no-brainer' - it's cushy
Lynn shows off her tushy,
While Heidi takes time to recover.
presumably with a cute lover,
