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If Roses Are Red How Blue Are You For Me?

Roses are red. Much like the way I cause parts of you to turn various shades of pink to red as I take you to the edge and bring you back again. Toying with your emotions is always so much fun. Wouldn’t you say? I so love to play with your head.

Violets are blue. Well, now let’s compare the parts of you that are blue. I remember when all of you used to be pretty and pink. Over time it seems you’ve become swollen, full and gradually become blue. You see my goal here is eventually you’ll become even a nice shade of purple. Hopefully, it will be something you learn to love even as much as me. We could always start with just the tip. You’ve heard that before. Right? I’m sure you’ve even said it a time or two.

Sugar is sweet. Oh, dear! Think back to all the time we’ve spent working up to this moment. Each stroke, up and down. Every game we’ve played. The way I’ve teased you with my body telling you stories of how I’d climb on top of you and use that sweet ass to send you right to the brink of insanity. So, I wonder how long it would take to turn all of you various shades of pink, then blue and eventually even purple? Would you think a day or so, perhaps in your condition a week? Do you think we could get your tip to weep?

And so are you. Music to my ears. Knowing I could make the tip weep. I love how you put yourself through hell for me. Transforming your body from what it once was to something you can barely live with on the day-to-day. Knowing that at any moment you will surely agree to do the unthinkable just for a moments relief. Listening to you agree to the craziest of ideas. I am amused.

Oh, by the way… I found a darker version of a Valentine Poem to be continued on our Sister Site Phone Sex Bar Girls.  Careful though.  It may stir deep emotions within you.
The Sassy One,
Hannah
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