Roses are red
We all doubt at times
In spite of true love
Not everythings rhymes
When our hopes and our wishes
Seem to burst at their seams
We should take life as it happens
And keep persueing our dreams
Lynn is the happy proprietor of "The Brazilian", a intimate hairsalon for ladies, specialised in shaping, shaving and waxing.
Unfortunately I can't take part in all that fun
Granted, but she's using the porcelain chair, so it's not an appealling sight
I wish I didn't have to go out for groceries today
Answering the door in the nude
Not as if its a surprise, but rude
't Was the pastor, oh my
Carlos Santana, Etta James, Al Jareau, Frida Boccara, Kamahl, Pali Lakatos can't decide who is (or was) more famous
Granted, but you are in the middle of Dartmoor National park, without shelter, without money and without means of communication. In the middle of the night....
I wish I was in the USA
One of my kids, hugging me, saying: "Daddy, you are the sweetest in the world".
Give her a big hug and a kiss and probably get drunk together
pinch your butt, and then spank you
kissing above, hoping for some from below too
Unfortunately, even that still leaves her with weeks of reading, just to catch up
Guilty as charged
You want your partner to be completely open about their desires and fantasies
don't know her that well, but I'd be fond of her if I did
Absolutely. She can't be hiding much, but I'll thoroughly exmine every part of her
Roses are red
Round the globe we connect
We're not hindered by borders,
Language or dialect
Still the Earth turns and turns
Never slower nor faster
Making sure that we live
With the clock as our master
Granted, but it turns out your partner is allergic to it, and until the rash and swelling dissappear, you're not allowed to touch her. Dr's estimate is at least two weeks.
I wish I could develop an anti allergic, nutella flavoured lube
Started alright, but throttle stuck
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Spooning together as we sleep
Nibbling an ear and kissing your cheek
My hands wander
To where juices meander
