[ WP ] You are a horny Dr. Seuss ; write a Suess-Style Rhyming erotic novel

I entered the room all lingerie clad, 
 A good little girl waiting to turn bad. 
 He called me to the bed with a whisper through the air, 
 Then stripped me down slowly with a fabulous care. 
 Stroking and kissing and tumbling on the matt, 
 Love making's a taking and a giving back. 
 I pulled down his shorts with a frisky flick, 
 Then teased him and taunted his hardening stick. 
 We paused for a moment to wrap up the diddle, 
 Too high in horniness to notice the fiddle. 
 He stick his doodle in my middley girl hole, 
 A missionary mission't was when he rolled. 
 I told him to talk to me dirty in rhyme, 
 To which he responded, smooth as last time, 
 `` Roses are red,'' he said with a smile, 
 `` Violets are blue,'' after stopping a while, 
 `` Sex talk is hard,'' his face began turning red, 
 `` Yeah, you like that, you fucking retard?'' He said. 
 I felt it all in me, the masochistic joy, 
 As I looked up in his eyes, enjoying the ploy, 
 Then I felt the tantalising tension down town, 
 And let it all go in a climax of sound. 
 Then he splishy-splattered his super-soaker sperm, 
 Moaned and groaned till he was no longer firm. 
 Then after we bounced on the old mattress springs, 
 We did all the cuddly post-love-making things. 
 
 If you think I'm a bit of a frisky old goose, 
 Let's just leave the stories to the real Doctor Seuss.
