Would that be a shadow like from a sundial?
Now is just the beginning
Why have some I had started hard and ended softer?
Roses are red,
so cold outside,
windy and wet,
much better inside.
A large circular bed,
in a room warm as toast,
and lots of bare bodies,
with Lynn as the host.
Does it even matter,
who is kissing who?
the name of the game,
is who's doing you?
No opening line could I see,
Though one is not needed from Marie...
My line to Marie would be seductive,
and certainly productive,
Hiring a really great lawyer, because I suspect that winning the lottery without having bought a ticket would raise a few awkward questions.
Thank you for teaching me how wonderful sex is, and I still remember every moment that we spent together.
No opening line could I see,
Would that depend on where you poked, and with what?
Do you need a volunteer to poke Trink?
dee has me squirming in here,
making my climax come near,
Roses are red,
I usually wait,
Until others are gone,
my urges to sate.
I am often the last,
and lock up when I go,
so staying behind means
I can play nice and slow.
I read sexy stories,
come once, and again,
then make myself decent,
and go catch my train.
My fellow commuters,
must look at me though,
and wonder what I've been doing,
to make me smile so.
Roses are red,
I agree with you, Lynn,
the beach may be lovely,
but it's no place for sin.
As I found out once,
when I had fun there,
it might be erotic,
but sand gets EVERYWHERE!.
Would not the temperature differential depend on the proclivity of impropriety prevalent?
Does your Mother know? ABBA
Roses are red,
five, six or seven,
would be easy for some,
but not one, twelve or eleven.
Although watching Lush ladies,
frolicking bare,
would help their pointers
to rise in the air.
Does she know her tables?
Fortunately, most rides are enjoyable
A lush lady, ginger by name
marie was determined to tame,
once tied to the bed,
Fortunately, there are times when slow is best.
when does she put them on display?
i dream of Naomi in bed
When her clothes have been shed,
she lies waiting, legs wide
So between them I slide,
and start off by giving her head.
A Lush lady, Ginger by name,
Roses are red,
I feel sorry for males,
having their cocks
become hard as nails.
Even in clothing,
we see the bulge grow,
and when they are naked,
everything is on show.
There's no way to hide,
the signs of their lust,
any more than a woman,
can hide a big bust.
We women can lie,
and say we don't care,
but men show how they feel
whenever they're bare.
Granted, but Global warming is melting it already.
I wish I was somewhere warm and sunny
Shooting stars can grant wishes.