Fare Thee Well, Red Rose

Red, like the rippend apple, like the cherries of life, like your velvet gown

Your lips you wear, fare thee well, red rose, I give you, as I lay it on the bed

Next to your feather pillow, and a chocolate wrapped kiss, follow me in, I'll be in town

Around a quarter to ten, just leave the door unlocked, wear nothing but your skinny

I will be in a red hot mood, and find the red rose, so fare, you can wear it in your hair

I will lavish you in lavender oils, with a lubricating allure, your smile, my smile, than we begin

The sin so sweet, the champagne glasses, waiting for the taste of you, and wanting more of you around

Fare thee well, red rose of passion, let my fare maiden lay naked upon this moon struck night

I will simply, quietly, come into the room, slip into your fansy

As we melt, like two hot, and messy chocolates, with the cherry melt away inside

Fare Thee Well, Red Rose of mine, let me lick you with delight, Won't You Be, My Valentine?

Fare Thee Well, indeed!