The tip of my tongue slips in her navel
As her back arches there on the table
Lifting her head
She smiled and said
"Bend down love, and show that you're able"
Squeal again, because you're in the middle once more
Found friendship here, and love
Roses are red
the fantasy's sweet
of us, all together
of the day we would meet
In an ocean of passion
open waters, so wide
we'd be lost in the waves
swept away by the tide
Of the lust that devours us
from the very first kiss
till the moment our bodies
erupt in ultimate bliss
Roses are red
You made it in time
And now you've come back
to entertain us with rhyme
So now that you're back
And the labour is done
I think it is time for
Some old-fashioned fun
And now it's your turn in the middle Tonya
...wasted, in stead of used....
The lush party was off to a slow start
Some were even thinking to depart
But when Lynnwitt arrived
Fortunately, by that time (after 100 years after all) i'll be to old for that anyway
Diving in and swimming towards my friend
kissing above
and looking below
That her God always hears
That is what she believes
And that helps her and comforts her
Because she grieves
For the loss of her loved ones
Both her husband and son
Who had died in september of 2001
They were firemen
Rescuing folks from the towers
And when they collapsed
She had waited for hours
She had prayed every minute
But too soon it was clear
That fate had made truth
Of her ultimate fear
They were heroes, her men
They both gave their life
But she wishes she still was
Mother and wife
Roses are red
this date in september
is a day that the world
will forever remember
Snuggling in between Linda and Tonya
Intense orgasms result from that
Oh yes, every chance I get
Swimming with Myra is always fun, diving in