Roses are red

Roses are red


Just the thought of you turns me blue
As violets are true blue my hunger intensifies for you
Your pinkish folds that hides, your sweet rose bud

As Moses parted the red sea with his staff
I part your sea of love with my staff for your pleasure
Your moans of passion follow from your ruby red lips

You thrust your hips to meet mine
In this romantic timing they meet
The sound of to body’s clashing is sensual

Sends us into place we cannot explain
Our loving lust grows be on the heaven’s
We climax in unsent

All that’s left
Words we speak I love

By nutbuster