PINK-BLUE THOUGHTS
  















Pink-Blue Thoughts
© by Cupideros, May 15, 2014


Pink roses and red,
They make me so blue,
They hide in their trundle beds.
Storing morn, noon and evening dew.

Pink roses and red,
They make me so blue,
What’s inside each woman’s head
That makes me want her too!

Pink roses and red,
They make me so blue,
Our make out needs so natural inbred;
First there sex-making, then love-making ado.

Pink roses and red,
They make me so blue,
I come to your bed
I come inside you.

Pink roses and red,
They make me so blue,
We read in my bed
Before I make love to you.

Pink roses and red,
They make me so blue,
What lies about love women spread.
Women want no-strings-attached fucking too.

Pink roses and red,
They make me so blue,
Come my lovely coed
Let me sex-away your blues!

Pink roses and red,
They make me so blue,
I don’t care if you’re red.
I love your crimson-hue.

Pink roses and red,
They make me so blue,
When you gave me your maidenhead
I wanted to yell Wahoo! Yahoo!

Pink roses and red,
They make me so blue,
I like the way you buoyant lead
Me to your sacred love canoe!

Pink roses and red,
They make me so blue,
O how you let your hot legs spread
And captured me with your Witch’s brew.

Pink roses and red,
They make me so blue,
Let hurry and get wed.
So you can lust, lust after me too.

Pink roses and red,
They make me so blue,
Let’s hurry to be wed,
Share our kisses-hugs-loves brew.

Pink roses and red,
They make me so blue,
I don’t care about your worn threads;
I just love the way you and me screw!

Pink roses and red,
They make me so blue,
It’s just like you said,
What bonehead does not need honeydew.

Pink roses and red,
They make me so blue,
When I’m so so far embed,
My tongue loves your warm froufrou.

Pink roses and red,
They make me so blue,
I love you from your belly button to your head;
And belly button to your red-painted toes—ooh, ooh!

Pink roses and red,
They make me so blue,
I don’t care about your messy behead
I just want to love your rendezvous peekaboo!

Pink roses and red,
They make me so blue,
Let’s rock your trundle bed;
Let our feelings stew until we spew.

Pink roses and red,
They make me so blue,
You were home schooled, and home-bred?
I only love Ivy League girls? That’s untrue, untrue!

Pink roses and red,
They make me so blue,
Go-ahead. Leave me. Go-ahead!
In your ballet shoes…
Your snow shoes…
Your jelly flat shoes…
Your spiky golf shoes…
Your tennis shoes…
Your gym shoes…
Your round-up shoes…
Your tap shoes…
Your sandal shoes…
Your wooden shoes…
Your space shoes…
No matter where you go instead,
Pink Roses and Red,
No matter how far my love must eschew,
I’ll always love you—through and through!



Thanks for reading this poem.

--cupideros

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